As for Raleigh…
His prescription of Prednisolone had him on one tablet and one-half tablet alternate days. Previously, taking him off the steroid every second day proved too little a deterrent to stomatitis. The dosage that he has been on for two weeks has been successful. It has kept the stomatitis at bay, allowing Peachy to eat without pain or awkwardness.
Now, he will be receiving half a tablet every day. I have hopes for this dosage, as it will provide the drug each day but at a reduced amount. I will be monitoring his eating habits closely, watching for the tell-tale scattering of food, the twisting of the head and the outright refusal to eat some days.
Other than his mouth troubles, Raleigh is doing very well. He enjoys his play-times, jumping and wrestling with a string-toy, or chasing the red dot. He keeps trying to lie close to Renn - every newcomer’s big brother - and in the meantime, loves lap-time with me. When he sees me approach the couch, he starts talking to me, hoping to get in some cuddles or, better yet, some chest-rubs. He nearly always falls asleep on my lap.
It is still quite cold at night, cold enough for the heated water-bowl to be used outside. Saturday evening witnessed a blustery, chilly darkness, and I felt sorry for all the homeless cats and dogs out there. It made me glad that Raleigh was with me, though. As an FIV-positive cat, he is susceptible to more illnesses than others, and he had no friend in the feral colony with which he associated, so had to stay warm alone. I watch him looking out into the frigid nights and wonder if he thinks of the old days. Perhaps not; perhaps he already takes his safety and warmth for granted. I wouldn’t be offended if he did. The highest compliment a human can receive from an animal is the expectation that his good life will continue. And the highest compliment a human can pay to an animal is to make sure it does.