20 Days Without The Fur Babies.

Tomorrow morning I hop a plane to Ireland without my two boys, Seamus and Baby.  This is the longest I will have ever been away from them before.  I've been telling them throughout the days that their aunt will take care of them but I think that's more for my benefit than I believe it is for theirs.  I have had a suitcase opened in the spare bedroom for a few days now but Seamus never cared.  Well, until tonight when I started packing.  Of course he jumps right in and just sits there.

I took Seamus to the vet two days ago and got the results yesterday morning.  His creatinine levels have gone back up.  They're at 6.6 now when they were 5.8ish a few weeks ago.  His phosphorous levels went down, so that's good news.  However, he lost 2 ounces.  Le sigh...  I blame myself for the increase in creatinine.  I wasn't that responsible about giving him his fluids over the last few weeks and I even knew he wasn't feeling right.  The doctor said that Seamus should be put back on everyday fluids.  Again, le sigh...

So, yeah.  Seamus has had his fluids three days in a row now and is doing much better.  Earlier this evening, Baby was just walking by, minding his own business when Seamus came out of nowhere and pounced in front of him then bounded off down the hall.  Clearly he's feeling better.

I've resorted to feeding him Fancy Feast again just to fatten him up.  I'm kind of desperate for him to gain some weight back.  He's not even aggressive or particularly pushy when it comes to asking for food.  He just sits at my feet and stares at me.  Baby, however, will paw at the paper plates.

I've resorted back to the wet food which of course means that Baby has been eating it too.  The little stinker growled at Seamus the other night for sniffing his share.

Tonight, Seamus was on his box, pawing at the refill of his fluids.  The refill is sitting in a blue plastic bag, hanging on the door handle.  He then stared up at the fluids.  We always do his subQs in the same spot, so I thought for sure he was asking for fluids.  So I warmed them up and of course by the time I was ready, he had lost interest.  But he was a good boy as usual: sat down for us and stayed very still.  He's gotten so comfortable with it that he doesn't even run away when we're done.

Baby, however, doesn't know how to keep his nose out of Seamus's business.  As soon as he hears the noises of the bag and the hanger, he comes running over.  He will jump up on the tote just to see what's going on.  These are pictures of Baby jumping up after the fluids were done.  I realize they're very blurry and silly looking but that's the best you can get with cats sometimes.

So.... there we have it.  I have to leave my boys in the morning and it's pretty sad.  I hope they don't get too comfy with their aunt :)