Has been nibbling a bit of chicken and marrow soup, especially when hand fed. Beastie has the jaws of a steel trap! Direct dosing meds and water. Intermittent drool all day. Slept most of day, but at least it was a comfortable, curled up sleep.
Still crouchy, but drank water on his own around 8PM. Hydration is good. Fresh chicken procured and more carrots to make another batch of goo.
Mummy is at her wit’s end. Have been pathetically whining like a brat, demanding Cat Daddy to “fix my Pookie Bear!” 
Still screaming sore hamstrings from last Thursday’s foray into yoga; knee / hip acting wonky as well; and brain is scattered to the four winds. It’s making bending to give meds and tax prep a bit more challenging than norm.
All I want to do is snurf my Schnookie and sleep.
Oh, and crochet a cat bed