Though Cammie continues to be of concern to me, things are, right now, improving. She did not want breakfast this morning so, in order to keep her fed, I delivered a very tasty concoction of Recovery and water by syringe. After that, the princess went into seclusion again, though I could tell that it was not the same discouragement-induced hiding as previous. When I returned from errands at three o’clock, she was out, and ate with the rest of the beasts: in her case, two small helpings of Fancy Feast. In the next four hours, she ate two more such portions and drank some water. She has not used the litter-box today, which is a bit worrisome, but I will keep the litter scooped in order to tell what she deposits there when the time comes.
I want to thank everyone for their comments and best wishes. I will be talking to the veterinarian about cystosis on Monday. Depending on what Cammie leaves in the litter-box this weekend, I may start her on the Veraflox, but I would rather not, if it isn’t necessary.
Now, just to show that not everything is serious in the household, here are some pictures of my big boy, a long and heavy cat who enjoys stuffing himself into the cylinder-house cat-tree. How does he do it? Why, his feet get left out, literally. So, I present to you Renn, and his many toes, for your viewing pleasure.