Thought we were home free last night.
Her Awesomeness, his beloved vet, re-assured that the Neomycin probably was not the culprit. Could be a combination of the impressive hairball and the acupuncture points, as those points can sometimes cause increase in appetite, or vomiting. She called Newt her little overachiever for scoring on both counts.
So back to last night. Around1030 PM, he began foraging, counter stalking, climbing, jumping, playing, bright eyed and bushy tailed (well, as bushy as his ratty little iguana tail can be). Cleaning, pouncing, seemingly fully back to all-normal.
The true test – is the Starving Jackal Piranha Hyena going to snap up his food with gusto?
Poured him a bowl of holistc canned food, and left it on the counter while placing the remained in the fridge. Heard a thump, then growls and grunts and slurps of contentment. Cat Daddy and I were both thrilled to see our hungry little boy perched halfway up the stool, with his front paws raised up on the counter, greedily gulping great gobs of goodness.
Hooray! Fist Pumps and High Fives of Happiness all around. Woohoo! Pookie Bear was back to his loudly slurping, chomping, food-crazed self! We can relax now.
Note to self “When are you EVER going to learn that nothing is certain with your little one?“
After he spent a comfortable night on my feet, I get up to find him once again moderately drooling.
Now to determine if it was the canned food that set him off, or what. It seemed logical to offer it to him at the time, as it contains far less protein than the straight chicken he’s dined on for the last 18 days, but then again, we know how sensitive he can be to food. ::sigh::
Once again, am wracking my brain and feeling guilty that this is my fault. Even though many of the other shunt cats have had very good luck with this food, Newt is not like the other cats in so many ways. In my joy at seeing his voracious appetite return, I probably should have made him wait the extra five minutes it would have taken to fresh mixed his normal home cooked meal instead of letting him have the canned food. It just seemed like a good idea at the time. And oh, how it did my heart good to see how he relished it.
Going to massage his liver meridian, and work those liver points again today. He ate most of his chicken breakfast, came out and helped me do the dishes, helped me clean the litter, and then wandered back to nap with his One True Love.
In other news, his vet has confirmed what Cat Daddy has been saying for months now – Pookie has gotten FAT. He’s not obese or critically overweight, but once he stabilizes, he’s going to go on a diet.
His poochy pouchy is now pudgy!
Oops! And here I keep telling Cat Daddy that I am eating much healthier than he does because I eat what Newt eats. Fresh veggies, chicken, a bit of cream (for my coffee).
Hmmmmmm maybe it wasn’t the blizzard of 2010 that made us gain weight after all 