His Own Little Spring

We are almost at Easter, a commemoration of sacrifice and a celebration of resurrection. It is a time of renewal and hope. At the Cosy Apartment, indeed, things are looking up. Tucker is eating well this week. He should be eating more, and I may start supplementing his fare with syringe-fed Recovery again, but so far, I am pleased that he is both hungry and eating. If readers can stand one more entry about him, I will elaborate.

Because of the medicines he has been receiving, managing his health has been complicated. It is possible that the kidney powder he was prescribed suppressed his appetite. As an experiment, I removed that medicine from his regimen. A change was not immediate, though one did take place. It may have been a delayed reaction due to the kidney powder taking time to leave his system; then again, his renewed appetite may have nothing to do with that particular substance. And, his appetite may not last. If it does - say, for more than a week - I will re-introduce the kidney powder and see the result.

As I wrote above, I will likely start giving Tucker extra nutrition by syringe. I don’t want to do it right now, as I worry that he may associate that - almost as a kind of punishment - with not eating, and quit eating as a result. This is probably over-thinking matters a bit; however, Tucker’s mind is devious, even if he doesn’t know it, and I want him to get a head-start on eating again before I add another element.

Also, he is behaving better. He is a bit more active - another factor that needs consideration is that Tucker is just plain lazy - and in his natural good mood more often. He has wanted to explore the corridor beyond the apartment lately, walking cautiously away from his home, looking up at me every few feet to make sure I was with him, before deciding he had gone far enough and turning back, his tail well up and purring once he was safe again inside.

Tucker is sixteen years old, was subject to urinary blockages, is diabetic and prone to colds; he has dying kidneys and no teeth. But for now he is experiencing his own little renewal, a breath of personal feline spring. Next week, I will write about other cats; for now, the roly poly sausage thanks our readers for their indulgence.