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Yesterday: Clean breakfast plate.
Lunch: She skimmed the kibble layer off the top and then took a nap. But at least she ate when it was served. I got home from burger, beer, and groceries early. Betty was still burrowed and lunch was how she left it. "Well, we have an hour. And breakfast was cleaned so I'm not concerned." As I'm putting away the groceries, I see her emerge from her blanket nest and head towards the plate. Sssh! Be very quiet in the kitchen and let her eat as much as she wants without distracting her. She reduced the plate to half full. With the kibble, that's essentially a full meal.
Dinner: I got her shot in her and she pouted at me for a minute while I come back with her fountain treats. After the liquid dose, I bring her two kibbles and one Greenie and place them next to her fountain. I try to do this while she's watching. But even if she doesn't see me do it, I think she knows by now that fountain treats follow the foul. She acknowledges their presence. But she doesn't often eat the fountain treats until after the gabapentin kicks in. Last night she ate the fountain treats while I was washing up the syringes and then retired to her living room cave to wait for it to kick in. And kick in, it did. She came back and cleaned the plate in one go.
Overnight was a clean plate by midnight. She let me have a few hours of sleep before she was sleeping on my head at 3am. I heard a cough and I bolted up from a dead sleep. "Please don't Yaphit on my head, Betty!" (I had "The Orville", Seth McFarlane's Star Trek knock-off, going on the TV overnight and Yaphit is a gelationous blob character voiced by the late Norm Macdonald. Now that I think of it, that character kind of looks like a pile of cat puke.)
Thankfully, she didn't bring anything up. Maybe she just inhaled some of my hair in her sleep.
Breakfast today: Cleaner than clean. Not just clean enough. But I could put that plate back into circulation without washing it. I wouldn't. And I didn't. But that was a nice thing to see. It's been a long time since I've seen a plate that clean. I have been trimming the mix only ever so slightly (from 16 grams of A/D to 15 grams in a 32 gram meal.) I will continue with a slow trim so that she can remain trim.
Three days of searching her poop for carpet fibers: Day 1 and Day 3 were clean as I was expecting them. Yesterday had a couple of fibers in it also like I was expecting. For now, I cut down the frayed part, picked up all the loose pieces, and sprinkled lemon juice over the area. I may look for an area rug or a mat or something else to cover up her carpet buffet. It wasn't as much carpet as I was fearing. But it was a thread or two of the stringy backing (what she seems to prefer) and a thread or two of the thicker carpet itself. Either one of those could cause irritation in its transit through her. Since day 1 and day 3 were clear, I don't think I need to keep up the poop inspection. It looks to me like she gets nausea-related pica. But it also doesn't seem like she's eating at the carpet on the regular. It could very well be that she was either nauseated, in pain, or both because I was late on her meds that morning. But it doesn't look like an ongoing problem judging by her clean plates since then.
Called in for another refill of the foul. Because our fowl-flavored samples haven't arrived yet. I can't actually see how much is left in this bottle. Small bottle. Dark bottle. Covered in labels. But they dispensed 15 mL and I've been giving 2 mL a day. I'm honestly not sure how I'm still pulling doses because that seems like it should have run out by now. Clean plates tell me I am.
Lunch: She skimmed the kibble layer off the top and then took a nap. But at least she ate when it was served. I got home from burger, beer, and groceries early. Betty was still burrowed and lunch was how she left it. "Well, we have an hour. And breakfast was cleaned so I'm not concerned." As I'm putting away the groceries, I see her emerge from her blanket nest and head towards the plate. Sssh! Be very quiet in the kitchen and let her eat as much as she wants without distracting her. She reduced the plate to half full. With the kibble, that's essentially a full meal.
Dinner: I got her shot in her and she pouted at me for a minute while I come back with her fountain treats. After the liquid dose, I bring her two kibbles and one Greenie and place them next to her fountain. I try to do this while she's watching. But even if she doesn't see me do it, I think she knows by now that fountain treats follow the foul. She acknowledges their presence. But she doesn't often eat the fountain treats until after the gabapentin kicks in. Last night she ate the fountain treats while I was washing up the syringes and then retired to her living room cave to wait for it to kick in. And kick in, it did. She came back and cleaned the plate in one go.
Overnight was a clean plate by midnight. She let me have a few hours of sleep before she was sleeping on my head at 3am. I heard a cough and I bolted up from a dead sleep. "Please don't Yaphit on my head, Betty!" (I had "The Orville", Seth McFarlane's Star Trek knock-off, going on the TV overnight and Yaphit is a gelationous blob character voiced by the late Norm Macdonald. Now that I think of it, that character kind of looks like a pile of cat puke.)
Thankfully, she didn't bring anything up. Maybe she just inhaled some of my hair in her sleep.
Breakfast today: Cleaner than clean. Not just clean enough. But I could put that plate back into circulation without washing it. I wouldn't. And I didn't. But that was a nice thing to see. It's been a long time since I've seen a plate that clean. I have been trimming the mix only ever so slightly (from 16 grams of A/D to 15 grams in a 32 gram meal.) I will continue with a slow trim so that she can remain trim.
Three days of searching her poop for carpet fibers: Day 1 and Day 3 were clean as I was expecting them. Yesterday had a couple of fibers in it also like I was expecting. For now, I cut down the frayed part, picked up all the loose pieces, and sprinkled lemon juice over the area. I may look for an area rug or a mat or something else to cover up her carpet buffet. It wasn't as much carpet as I was fearing. But it was a thread or two of the stringy backing (what she seems to prefer) and a thread or two of the thicker carpet itself. Either one of those could cause irritation in its transit through her. Since day 1 and day 3 were clear, I don't think I need to keep up the poop inspection. It looks to me like she gets nausea-related pica. But it also doesn't seem like she's eating at the carpet on the regular. It could very well be that she was either nauseated, in pain, or both because I was late on her meds that morning. But it doesn't look like an ongoing problem judging by her clean plates since then.
Called in for another refill of the foul. Because our fowl-flavored samples haven't arrived yet. I can't actually see how much is left in this bottle. Small bottle. Dark bottle. Covered in labels. But they dispensed 15 mL and I've been giving 2 mL a day. I'm honestly not sure how I'm still pulling doses because that seems like it should have run out by now. Clean plates tell me I am.
But anyway. Back in the day, I had purchased several YogiToes so that I would have a clean one each session. Now they’re all huddling up with unused yoga mat and go bags in the closet (yoga clothes, towels, and a spare bag for sweaty dirties—I was pretty proud of myself for making these so I wouldn’t have an excuse not to go.)
Hoping the nom goblin will wake before me and assure me that she has enough relief onboard.)
*Sorry, but yes, we have no squirmel emoji*
I'm thinking about bringing in one or more of the many cat beds I've bought over the years. It got to the point where no one was using them. But Elvis might like the choice. My furnace is not working (future project, after several more important ones) so it's layering clothes and blankets here. Elvis is eating well, packing on the padding, I hope. He scared me yesterday! He came limping up and his left arm looked swollen. When I tried to inspect his arm and hand, he mewed plaintively at me as if it hurt. I thought to monitor it to see if a vet visit was indicated. Luckily, it was normal a couple of hours later, not painful and the swelling was gone. He was walking normally on it. Of course I want to know "why" but I won't. I'm just very grateful that he's okay!
That looks pretty good for a kitty who was recently bringing back up her only kibbles (and possibly only food?) since midnight.
