Picky Eaters and Vet Visits

Yesterday was a great day with Seamus. During the night, he had been knocking cups over, walking across my laptop (that I keep opened while I sleep), and being his normal disruptive self.  He had been scratching at my wardrobe, since that's where I keep his food.  It was probably 3am, so it took me a while to figure out what he wanted.  I put some crunchies in his food and he just looked at me.  I put some water in it and he gobbled it up.  Throughout the day he was running around, lying near Baby, playing around and just being an awesome cat. Of course, that night (last night), he refused to eat.  He had had enough of this kidney diet crap.  I was afraid to give him human food, but I read that I could put some catnip in it to try to entice him.

This didn't work.  So he jumped up on the bed next to me, suddenly noticed his Fishies, jumped down, picked them up, and brought them to his dish and began eating.

This picture is proof that Seamus had eaten.

The vet called me on my way to school yesterday morning, asking me to bring Seamus in for a follow-up.  She said we would be checking his creatinine levels.  If his creatinine levels went up, it was means for concern.  If they went down or remained the same, then we could maintain the same treatment we have been  running with so far.  The increase in creatinine means that his kidneys are working overtime and that we would have to consider more aggressive treatment.

Getting ready for the vet wasn't as easy as the last two visits.  I hadn't given seamus his subQ fluids or his potassium pill, so I thought I stood a chance for a not-so-cranky Seamus.  Unfortunately, his blue carrier is officially associated with bad times at the vet.  It was only a matter of time.

The visit was good.  He's put about eight ounces back on.  The vet said some of it could be the fluids, but that's okay with me.  She gave me some canned foods to try with him.  I've since given him some and he lurves it.  Let's just hope he keeps that up.  The vet was thoughtful enough to ask if I'd given him his subQs and offered to do it for me for free.  (See why I love her so much?)

When we were in the waiting room, there was this nasty little dog that kept yapping at Seamus and me. I felt particularly bad for Seamus this time around.  I took out my hair tie and put it through the holes.  I accidentally misspoke and said, "Do you want your fishies?"  In Seamus language, fishies = his favorite pair of red fishnets.  He's obsessed with them just as much as hair ties.  Seamus has had the same pair of fishnets since he was less than a year old.  Anyway, the owner of the yappy dog says, "Oh, I bet you wish you had some fish treats too, huh?"  I'm like, lady, if you even knew what fishies meant.  I decided just to smile.

Anyway, the blood work was initially supposed to have been run at the vet but it was sent out to a lab.  Unfortunately this means that I won't get his results on his creatinine levels until Friday but the vet said Seamus doesn't need his subQs tomorrow.  This makes me so happy for him.  He's been sitting through pretty uncomfortable treatments like such a champ.  I'm going to keep looking into his condition to see how I can make some things easier on him.  First thing on my list is to warm the IV bag before I give him his subQs.  Watching him twitch as the water moved around his body was a little disheartening.

Well, that about wraps it up.  Seamus has bounced back incredibly well and I couldn't be happier.  Fingers are crossed for positive news on Friday :)


Hey- have a happy Thanksgiving tomorrow, folks.  Stay safe and try to be kind to your family (the pinkies as well as the fur).