Renn is back home and doing well. When I brought him home yesterday, he spent some time sniffing cats and objects, then joined the others in a soft-food dinner. He ate a good-sized portion, though his portions are not large. Despite his size, he is not a big eater. But he did eat. Soft-food, then hard-food, then soft-food again at snack-time. And he ate soft-food again for breakfast. He hasn’t eaten so much soft-food in such a short time for months, it seems.
He drank a great quantity of water last night, and not long after dinner, visited the litter-boxes and left two deposits, one of each kind.
I’m not complacent about these developments, as pleasing as they may be. His sudden appetite may have been due to going without food at the hospital, or relief at being home, or familiar smells of food. Renn will be watched closely for some time. He will also have his food supplemented by syringe for a little while, and be put on a weekly injection of hairball remedy, like Josie.
These words give the impression that I am not happy with what my big boy achieved last night, and I am. Wetting in a litter-box demonstrates that he is not blocked in the appropriate passages. He is not constipated and…he has not vomited since returning home. Furthermore, any food he consumes is a step in the right direction. I’m not complacent, but I am not pessimistic, either. In fact, I think he has turned the corner of whatever was bothering him. Renn was in a good mood last evening, which was fuel for my optimism.
I want to thank those who expressed good wishes for Renn’s health, and also those who offered suggestions. I’ve learned much from other members of the Cat Blogosphere, and continue to do so. As regards sending a sample of Renn away to grow a culture, I was told that there was simply nothing to grow, since nothing was found. The inflammation that the doctor suspected of being the cause of Renn’s discomfort was merely a guess, since no signs of real infection were found. Nonetheless, this little mystery cost me $300.
Yet, though nothing really was achieved by his hospital stay - except the discovery that he is actually in good health (not an inconsiderable thing to learn, really) - I would do it again. The one time that I don’t take action may be the one time action is needed. My cats depend on me to keep them well and, though there are many other things on which I could spend my money, I find that I tend to spend it on my cats when I do have it. As Renn crept up to me in bed last night, purring and rubbing his head against my hand, I know it goes to a good cause.