The Ongoing Saga of BlackieWoman in the Middle | July 26, 2014
This post should be titled “The Ongoing Saga of Blackie or How I Spent the Equivalent of a Hawaiian Vacation for Four on My Cat’s Colon.”
After getting Blackie cleaned out last time, which I reported previously, we had to leave a few days later for an overnight jaunt to San Luis Obispo and a wedding. After everything he had gone through and given his new food and medicine regime, we decided to board him at the veterinarian’s office, just to be on the safe side. According to them, he ate the new food with gusto. I presume they are not lying to me so I have to assume that the trauma of being at the vet over night twice in one week made Blackie binge eat anything put in front of him.
We got home and he has turned into the cat equivalent of an anorexic/very picky eater. He will hardly eat the special “low bulk” food he is supposed to be on. We tried the starve or eat this method, and it was not working. Then the tell-tale signs of severe constipation reared their ugly head again. Back to the vet. Another enema. Now Blackie is on three different medicines twice a day. Sigh.
This cat is not picky. He ate the special high thyroid diet for two years with happiness. Cat food must be really really bad if Blackie won’t eat it. So, the question in my mind was, was he feeling poorly and didn’t want to eat, or was it the food?
Meanwhile, after three trips to the vet and two enemas, plus a sudden infusion of huge amounts of yucky medicine, Blackie had had enough. He hid most of the day and he looked at me with suspicion every time I came near him. It about broke my heart. I finally gave up and bought him a small can of regular cat food. It was time to find ou if the food was nasty or if he didn’t want to eat.
First I had to subject him to one final trauma. After the latest enema, his hind quarters were not up to being in the house. Yes, his backside had to be bathed. After that I gave him a tablespoon of the new cat food and put some of the oh so necessary medicine in it. Praise the Lord, he ate it with gusto. Even more wonderful, a look returned to his eye that said, “Maybe that she-devil isn’t so bad, after all.”
So Monday I will call the vet, return the unopened cans of nasty food, and work on plan “B” in terms of keeping Blackie’s colon clean. Meanwhile, I will look at photos of Hawaii and try to remind myself about how all these vet bills are racking up the rewards points on my credit card.