Still at the hospital, but holding his own tonight. He’s still on all the good drugs and getting IV fluids/hydration. They’ve started force-feeding him liquid and gruel to try to get his system to accept food again, while he’s still on all the anti-emetics and other digestive support through his IV.
I got to visit with him for about an hour, they gave me a private room and brought him in all wrapped in a tiny quilt (it’s his while he’s there in the hospital) and so he and I had a nice cuddle. He wailed and meowed and told me all about it for a while, then voluntarily ate two mouthfuls of chicken/rice food (they have to forcefeed him because he hasn’t wanted anything when I’m not there, so they had me try to get him to eat a few bites of something while we were visiting. SUCCESS!) and then we had a nice cuddle and he took a long nap while I read a magazine and held him.
Purred up a storm.
I think we both felt better, but I think we were both sad when I had to leave. Still, it’s a positive sign. I’m hopeful this might be resolved soon. And in the meantime, he’s getting the very best care a kitty could hope for.
Honey is being an absolute terror in the absence of her brother. She is bored and lonely and creating chaos and mayhem in her wake. I think she’ll be glad when he’s home, too!