Things improved at the cosy apartment over the weekend. Tucker is eating again, though not as much as I would like. He is down to six kilograms now, which, while not a bad weight, is quite light for the roly poly. I can feel how he has lost poundage when I pick him up. I would like him to put a bit more on. But he is eating, and he is behaving normally now, which are good signs.
Parker is eating, as well. Sometimes he surprises me with how much he eats. It depends on the day and the food. One day, he didn’t seem to care for anything, so I resorted to a tin of food of a kind that he had previously liked, one that isn’t really very good for cats, though at this stage of Puck’s life, long-term effects of diet don’t matter a great deal. He ate three quarters of the tin’s contents at one meal. So I bought more the next day; it was a clearance item, on sale, and I purchased the remaining fifteen tins. I didn’t want to be caught in the situation, so familiar to me, of wishing I had obtained more of something when I had had the chance. If he decides he no longer likes it, or cannot eat it, it will not be wasted.
My orange-boy also continues to take an interest in his surroundings. The weather has warmed - for now - and I was able to open the windows a bit, despite the high winds. He enjoyed that.
Raleigh meanwhile has reverted quite a bit. He is afraid of me, and, since he was swatted by Renn for trying to jump up on the couch on his way to my lap, no longer sits on me. I will have to socialize him over again, to a great extent. However, he still plays and lounges in the heated cat-bed and on the furniture. His eye still runs, but returning to a full tablet of Prednisolone each day has taken his mouth back to its improved state. And he its eating fully, allowing me to crush his medicine into his food.
Cammie continues to wet in the library. I am going to try Feliway again, since I have found a source of it in my town. There are apparently two versions, one to reduce friction between cats and the other to reduce improper urination. My princess requires both right now.
As for the other two beasts, Renn and Josie are doing well, though I need to pay more attention to the latter. My Chubs is the sort of cat who asks for attention only when I am on my way to somewhere or something, and too frequently gets put off with a promise of petting later. Renn will need a dental procedure, and I don’t want to delay it too long, as it may be causing him discomfort.
While the situation could be better, it could also be worse, so I am grateful for the gains we’ve made. Everyone is eating (enough), using the litter-boxes (mostly) and in comfort (I believe). That’s not bad for six cats and one human.