Saving one animal will not change the world but it will change the world for that animal.
Another interesting week at Chez Tigre.
Maste is the focus of the day.
A couple months ago Maste had a constipation problem. A trip to the vet took care of the impacted little guy and we thought we might avoid this problem in the future with Iams hairball formula dry food. Wrong. Tuesday morning we went back to the vet and we also found out that Maste was losing weight like crazy and needed to figure that out. Dr noticed a couple teeth that looked bad and was probably part of the reason for his weight loss. The vet kept him overnight with the intention of both cleaning him out and maybe fitting him into the surgery schedule Wednesday morning to take care of his teeth. Too many surgeries, plus an emergency, so Maste was scheduled for Friday. He came home Wednesday afternoon.
We had determined that dry food was now out of the question. I’d tried on the first go round of giving him canned food and putting him in with Tama, Ptah and Toes but he’s so afraid of Ptah that he spent the time in the bedroom hiding and not eating. That’s when the hairball formula came into play. This time it was gonna have to be feed him alone in the computer room with me. Previously, he’d stand on the dining table and cry until the food got delivered. Now what he got was scooped up off the table and into the computer room with a can of Fancy Feast. Wednesday night and both meals on Thursday I had to pick him up off the table and carry him into the computer room.
Friday comes and we’re at the vet bright and early. I pick Maste up in the afternoon, along with a nice booklet of photos of his dental procedure complete with chart. Five extractions. Three of the little incisors on the bottom and one big tooth on top and bottom on the right side in the back. No wonder he didn’t eat a lot of dry food, although they rarely chew it anyhow. Dinner time. I do the canned food kittiehs first, then Maste, then the dry food kittehs. I’ve got the canned bowls ready and started to walk out of the kitchen. Maste makes a beeline for the computer room. No way. No way this little guy has figured it out after 3 pick up and carries. Yep, when I get his ready he makes another beeline. No fuss, no muss. This little guy can eat a can of Fancy Feast in about 5 minutes. Never looks up. Friday night I increased his ration to a can and a quarter. Gonna put some weight back on the little boy. The big boys went from a can and a third to a can and a quarter. Won’t kill ‘em.
Oh, the picture of Maste at the top? That was taken Saturday afternoon. The sun’s rays were shining through the window onto him in a narrow strip of light that went from head to tail. I tried to capture it but the flash wiped it out and without the flash it’s too dark. Oh, well. He’s still the cutest little thing.
Maste’s behaviour is also showing some changes. He doesn’t seem to be as intimidated by the others as he was before. This is gonna be an interesting journey. It’s like having a new kitteh in the house.
Ohai, you’re home early.
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