My beautiful baby, Arthur, cuddling next to me in bed. It’s sweet, but it’s more likely because he’s still too tired to move much. We had another vet trip today because he still hadn’t eaten or drank anything. We dropped him off and they kept him for a couple of hours to squeeze a check-up in the middle of their regular appointments. Injected him with fluids. Gave him anti-nausea medicine. Something else to stimulate his appetite.
He did not appreciate the extra trauma of a car ride, but at least I know he’s not dehydrated. He spent the afternoon cocooned under the covers and here he remains with me now. Still not eating or drinking on his own, but didn’t gag when I put it in front of him as he has been. I’ll call it progress. I’m hoping he can sleep this off tonight.
He also needs a bath or a good wipe down but I can’t do that to him while he’s still not feeling well. So I’ll cuddle with my smelly cat and try again tomorrow.
With Love,
Natalie