He was fighting again. Off to the vet for surgery.
He was not impressed with having to wear that plastic cone to stop him scratching at the stitches in his face. He actually managed to get it off before I even got him home from the vet… spent most of the week putting it back on him even after I had resorted to using tape. Fortunately for him he was due back at the vet to get the stiches out before I had to resort to super-glue.
Sam in neck cone
The kitchen floor got a bit of a clean though. With the cone on he could not get his head into his water bowl so I had to put down a big stainless steel kitchen/mixing bowl full of water for him… that I kept tripping over hence washing the kitchen floor.
And his blood tests showed he’s on only 25% kidney function now; he must be around 15yrs old now and still catching birds (and fighting the stupid little b*gger). So the vet has put him on a special low protien (only available via vet so expensive) diet, that of course he is refusing to eat. Left him locked inside for three days with nothing but that to eat, and he refused to eat for three days.
I’ve tried mixing that food with a litle normal food, he just licks off the normal food. Trying that vitamin/gravy flavouring stuff mixed with it at the moment but thats not working very well.
The trouble is if I can’t get him to eat the bloody stuff, he just wanders off and eats from the neighbours cat bowls anyway.
I wonder if when I get old people will be trying to force me to eat food I hate to give me a few years more life, rather than letting me eat food I like and reaching an early grave. I don’t think I would like that either.
