Down in your sea of pens and feathers

[rolanni]

What went before ONE: Back from the vet. Trooper was a Very Good cat, and spoke not one angry word to me on either side of the trip, and purred the whole time the doctor was examining him. He has lost more than the home scale had indicated, and right now the only thing we can do is ... guess.

So! We're guessing that he's not in pain. We're guessing that maybe? the steroids helped last time. And we're guessing that maybe? there's a low-lying infection that the antibiotic will root out.

Otherwise, he has Fading Old Cat Syndrome.

Thanks to everyone who has made suggestions for food. It's not that he's not hungry; it's that he forgets what food is halfway through eating it. And he absolutely refuses dry food (aka crunchies) which, if he has a tooth infection (and no, neither the vet nor I want to sedate him at this point), the antibiotic will nail it.

In short. We're doing what we can. And may I say that the medical literature for cats is really ... sparse.

Cat census below. Tali's fan club, and Rook's, will be interested to see that she takes up considerably less room on top of the supply dresser than he does.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What went before TWO: The chapter-by-chapter is complete. Tomorrow, I map holes and make notes. The WIP is, roughly, half-written. Deadline is April 2026.

Onward.

Trooper ate a whole! can! of Fancy Feast! Which is something like 3.2 ounces, but hey.

Sarah arrives early tomorrow, so I'll do a little bit of picking up before Happy Hour and my dinner.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Friday. Sunny and cool-so-far. Windows are open.

Sarah messages that a family emergency keeps her from making our date to have her clean this morning. Sigh.

Trooper has had about a can and a half of Fancy Feast; he has not thrown up, and is now sleeping/snoring in the copilot's chair, so something's working. Fingers crossed.

Since Sarah will not be coming by, I'll deploy some vacuum cleaners and throw in a load of laundry (which I was going to do anyway), empty the dishwasher (ditto), and get to work. I need to bake some pork chops, so I'll be heating up the oven.

Onward.

Trooper as reported is in the copilot's chair; Tali is on the supply dresser, nose to the open window; Firefly's gone downstairs, I believe, and Rook is taking advantage of Conditions.

How's everybody doing this morning?

Today's blog post title brought to you by Counting Crows, "Rain King."