Cammie is sick. She has had this condition before, throwing up and not eating. Previously, I gave her some slippery elm. I did that last evening, but she still didn’t eat and, in fact, vomited again during the night, while I was asleep. This morning, I didn’t realise initially that she had brought up again, so, thinking she may be ready for some food, I gave her her favourite soft-food. The princess seemed to want something to eat and indeed consumed a small but significant amount of food. I then discovered that she had earlier thrown up.
I decided not to give her any more slippery elm, as that is supposed to be applied before food and, in any case, I figured that if she wanted to eat, it was a positive sign, and I shouldn’t tamper with it. However, if I find upon coming home this afternoon that she has vomited again, she will get another dose of the elm.
Cammie is a strange animal, to paraphrase Gowan. The princess tried to knock my hand away as I was forcing the elm into her mouth, and I wasn’t getting enough into her. So I decided simply to hold her front legs in one hand, supporting her at the same time. She didn’t even flex her paws to free herself. I was able to get the full contents of the syringe into her. She really is a great deal of bluster. I’ve no doubt that her tolerance has its breaking point, but with all that I’ve had to do to her, we haven’t reached it yet.
After having had an alien substance forced into her, Cammie hid under the bed. But I lie on top of it and patted my chest. The princess came out lie on me, purring, for half an hour. She’s a very forgiving creature.