Okay, well so far Cheysuli has eaten some fishy flakes. But she started burping them up and wouldn’t eat any of the good stuff Momma fixed for her so she had to be force fed again. Momma was so sad about that–but she took her food better!
At any rate, she seems a bit happier today. That makes me happy. I have high hopes that she’ll be able to swat the kitten.
She had to go back and get blood drawn at the vet today. They are perplexed. Of course, without a fever there is a good chance that something really bad could show up. Momma was supposed to hear from the vet this evening but they did not call. She hopes that no news is good news, but will call them tomorrow if no one calls first thing.
At any rate, getting Chey to eat was huge. I hope that I never have to do that. Force feeding is stressful. Cheysuli is kind of fat so the vet said it was particularly important for her because fat cats get fatty liver faster than not so fat cats. I guess fat cats loose their fat faster. I am glad that I am just a floof! Maybe Momma won’t have to worry so much about me not eating and I can be picky for awhile unlike Cheysuli who must eat! That will show her to be fat!
Now, maybe she can take over disciplining the kitten.