On 2021-04-18 11:21 a.m., jmcquown wrote:
On 4/18/2021 9:09 AM, Cheryl wrote:

It sounds like she's doing really well. And I'm glad she's eating -
it's so important to keep cats eating. One of my late cats spent a
couple days in a vet hospital after successful surgery, they were
initially reluctant to let her out because she wasn't eating. I
proudly told the vet later that I got her to eat as soon as she was
home - her favourite treat, Vienna sausages. The vet said that
although she didn't recommend Vienna sausages as a regular diet, the
important thing was that she was eating something! She rapidly
progressed to meat baby food, then pureed boiled chicken (much cheaper
than the baby food equivalent) and finally back on her regular food.
It sounds like Buffy is well on her way back to a healthy diet!

LOL about the Vienna sausages!Â* Buffy has been on prescription food
since January due to a bladder stone.Â* (Thankfully the change in her
food did the trick so no surgery to remove the stone was required.)
After the teeth extractions on Friday she's feeling a heck of a lot
better, albeit her mouth is sore.Â* She did fight me a bit last night
when it came time to squirt the pain med in her mouth.Â* She got mad and
hid for a while, then joined me on the couch for some snuggles and
scritches.

That sounds like an improvement! Cinnamon is on medication for her bad
kidneys. It does taste disgusting - she managed to spit it in my face
once, which is how I managed to taste a few drops on my lips. I didn't
think for a minute of mixing it with her food; I use a syringe to squirt
it in her mouth. I started off doing this first thing in the morning. It
took hardly any mornings at all before I noticed that she vanished,
sometimes for hours, as soon as I took out the syringe and medication.
It's not that big an apartment, so I know where she usually hides, but
getting her out from under the bed is hard, and from INSIDE the loveseat
is worse. So I now prepare the syringe and wait until she emerges to
catch her and dose her. It's a kind of battle of wits that lasts until I
scoop her up, try to restrain her paws and hold her head in the right
position, nudge open her mouth, squirt the medicine far enough back that
it doesn't dribble down her chin or end up in my face when she tries to
spit it out, and then she bounces down to the floor and runs to the
other end of the apartment just in case I want to do it again.

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Cheryl