Recovering from feline hepatic lipidosis
I almost forgot to mention something rather funny that happened a few days ago. Often when I'm syringe-feeding Cleo, a little air gets into the syringe. (Sometimes I think it's this that makes her throw up after being fed.) The other day, I was petting her after having fed her, and she burped! And I mean a real, person-sized burp. I’d never heard a cat burp before, let alone that loudly. I was afraid she'd throw up, but she didn't; I guess the burp released all the air in her stomach.
Today has gone relatively well. I've just been lounging around working on homework, so this afternoon after feeding Cleo I brought her into the bedroom with me. She always used to like going under the covers when I had my knees up, like a tent, so I put my knees up and she went under! She slept on my feet for probably over an hour while I read. She seemed pretty happy, and even stayed there for a while — like a lump in the bed — when I got up to eat. Eventually, however, she crawled out, and the dog just happened to look through the bedroom door right at that moment. Cat and dog froze, looking at each other for a long moment, before Cleo went under the nightstand on my side of the bed. Emma tried to go into the bedroom to check her out, but Michael and I headed her off so that I could rescue Cleo and return her to her normal domain.
I've been trying to spend a lot of time with Cleo today, since she seems to be enjoying the attention and companionship. I'm sitting in my rocker doing homework, while she sleeps on the floor next to me. So far it seems to be a convenient arrangement, although not as comfortable as the bed.
Cleo has also been having frequent little love fests with Michael. She purrs and purrs while Michael pets her, scratches her, whatever she seems to be requesting by rolling, rubbing against his hand, etc. When Cleo gets super affectionate like this, she tends to give little love bites – gently but firmly biting your hand to let you know she wants her face scratched.
As promised, here is a picture I took yesterday of Cleo up and about:
She sits out like this often now, just looking at the door, and I think she probably wants some companionship. Being secluded in a room all by yourself is probably pretty nice when you don't feel very well, but I’m sure it’s getting lonely now that she’s feeling a little bit better. Which is why I'm trying to give her a little more attention.
Although the day isn't over yet, my goal is to feed Cleo a full can of food. She'll also get her fluid injection later this evening, which I am not looking forward to. I'll be so glad when she starts drinking on her own again...
Today has gone relatively well. I've just been lounging around working on homework, so this afternoon after feeding Cleo I brought her into the bedroom with me. She always used to like going under the covers when I had my knees up, like a tent, so I put my knees up and she went under! She slept on my feet for probably over an hour while I read. She seemed pretty happy, and even stayed there for a while — like a lump in the bed — when I got up to eat. Eventually, however, she crawled out, and the dog just happened to look through the bedroom door right at that moment. Cat and dog froze, looking at each other for a long moment, before Cleo went under the nightstand on my side of the bed. Emma tried to go into the bedroom to check her out, but Michael and I headed her off so that I could rescue Cleo and return her to her normal domain.
I've been trying to spend a lot of time with Cleo today, since she seems to be enjoying the attention and companionship. I'm sitting in my rocker doing homework, while she sleeps on the floor next to me. So far it seems to be a convenient arrangement, although not as comfortable as the bed.
Cleo has also been having frequent little love fests with Michael. She purrs and purrs while Michael pets her, scratches her, whatever she seems to be requesting by rolling, rubbing against his hand, etc. When Cleo gets super affectionate like this, she tends to give little love bites – gently but firmly biting your hand to let you know she wants her face scratched.
As promised, here is a picture I took yesterday of Cleo up and about:
She sits out like this often now, just looking at the door, and I think she probably wants some companionship. Being secluded in a room all by yourself is probably pretty nice when you don't feel very well, but I’m sure it’s getting lonely now that she’s feeling a little bit better. Which is why I'm trying to give her a little more attention.
Although the day isn't over yet, my goal is to feed Cleo a full can of food. She'll also get her fluid injection later this evening, which I am not looking forward to. I'll be so glad when she starts drinking on her own again...
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