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Sep. 24th, 2005 01:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickTen days of antibiotics have not made the less-preferred cat feel very much better.
He's still not eating though he does appear to be drinking water, some. He's not throwing up anything, which I'd expect him to do in the event of some kind of intestinal blockage. He does not appear to be in any sort of pain. He's just getting skinnier, if such a thing is possible. I can now feel all the joints in his tail. His shoulders are like knife blades, his spine a line of hard little beads under the skin, his ribs impossibly frail and palpable. I wonder nothing's poking through the skin yet.
Shouldn't there be more to a cat than this? Yes. There should.
He's wobbly on his legs and falls over if he tries to sit or lie down. His muscle tone (what muscles he still has) is pretty sorry -- he's like a dishrag when I pick him up.
I've tried canned cat food, to see if he might eat that. He won't look at it. I can shove about three fingertips of it in his mouth and he'll swallow those. If I try to feed him more than that, he'll start spitting it out. I can syringe him about a quarter-cup of chicken broth at a time, most of which he will actually swallow, but that's all he will sit still for. More than that, and he starts to fight. He's weak enough that his attempts to fight are pretty fucking pathetic but I let him win anyway after the first or second fairly major objection because if I don't, he just lets the broth run out of his mouth. I do not think that he's getting enough food to keep a cat alive for a day. I tried not-force-feeding-him for two days to see if he'd actually eat food on his own. He did not. He's not getting better. He's getting worse.
How long does it take a cat to starve to death? I expect we'll find out here directly, damn it.
He still purrs when I pet him, damn his eyes.
He wants to go outside, staggers towards the door when I let the other cat out so that I can try to entice him with some yummy thing I think he might eat without her hovering and yowling (she feels fine) to have some. I won't let him out because I rather suspect he's looking to go off and die. I don't want to have to look for his dead body in my yard, in the woods near my yard, or under my house. I'd rather that he died in the house so that I could find him afterward and bury him. Because he wants so badly to be outside, I open the big glass door where the porch isn't so that he can sit by the screen and pretend that he's outside.
Damn it, Tine, why won't you eat?
He's still not eating though he does appear to be drinking water, some. He's not throwing up anything, which I'd expect him to do in the event of some kind of intestinal blockage. He does not appear to be in any sort of pain. He's just getting skinnier, if such a thing is possible. I can now feel all the joints in his tail. His shoulders are like knife blades, his spine a line of hard little beads under the skin, his ribs impossibly frail and palpable. I wonder nothing's poking through the skin yet.
Shouldn't there be more to a cat than this? Yes. There should.
He's wobbly on his legs and falls over if he tries to sit or lie down. His muscle tone (what muscles he still has) is pretty sorry -- he's like a dishrag when I pick him up.
I've tried canned cat food, to see if he might eat that. He won't look at it. I can shove about three fingertips of it in his mouth and he'll swallow those. If I try to feed him more than that, he'll start spitting it out. I can syringe him about a quarter-cup of chicken broth at a time, most of which he will actually swallow, but that's all he will sit still for. More than that, and he starts to fight. He's weak enough that his attempts to fight are pretty fucking pathetic but I let him win anyway after the first or second fairly major objection because if I don't, he just lets the broth run out of his mouth. I do not think that he's getting enough food to keep a cat alive for a day. I tried not-force-feeding-him for two days to see if he'd actually eat food on his own. He did not. He's not getting better. He's getting worse.
How long does it take a cat to starve to death? I expect we'll find out here directly, damn it.
He still purrs when I pet him, damn his eyes.
He wants to go outside, staggers towards the door when I let the other cat out so that I can try to entice him with some yummy thing I think he might eat without her hovering and yowling (she feels fine) to have some. I won't let him out because I rather suspect he's looking to go off and die. I don't want to have to look for his dead body in my yard, in the woods near my yard, or under my house. I'd rather that he died in the house so that I could find him afterward and bury him. Because he wants so badly to be outside, I open the big glass door where the porch isn't so that he can sit by the screen and pretend that he's outside.
Damn it, Tine, why won't you eat?
