Nikon D90, 50mm
Pete is serious.
He has become a Kitten Tornado. He spends hours running as fast as he can up and down the furniture, chasing Pepper, smelling things, chewing shoelaces, jumping and rolling at imaginary mice.
We have a coffee table with two big drawers, it’s where we keep the cat treats. Since Pete is on his restricted diet, he doesn’t get any. But he knows what they smell like, and he wants to eat them all. Friday, I opened the drawer to get a treat for Pepper and saw that Pete had chewed a hole in the bag. He learned that he can get into the drawers where the treats live by crawling into them from underneath the table. So, I put the treat bag inside a heavy duty zip-lock bag. By Saturday night he had chewed through that, too. So, no more treats for anyone! And I rigged a bunch of cardboard around the back of the drawers to keep him out.
Pete had another vet appointment today – regularly-scheduled kitten maintenance. He’s grown a pound in ten days – that’s almost 50% of his previous weight.
We took Pete to the vet Tuesday, and they ran a bunch of tests on him. But the tests revealed nothing – no infections, no parasites, no interesting levels of anything in any of his fluids or excretions.
The vet did feed him some special prescription-only (!) cat food while they had him, and he tolerated that pretty well. So she gave us some to take home and it seems to have helped quite a lot. He’s still not totally right, but the food does seem to stick with him better. So we’re giving him the special food, and antibiotics, and probiotics, and Pedialyte (for hydration), and canned pumpkin (for fiber). He’s no longer dehydrated and might even be putting on weight. He is always absolutely ravenous and we feed him every few hours. Still, even though food doesn’t rush out of him, it comes out … softer than ideal.
So I’m thinking … food allergy that hasn’t quite settled down? IBS, IBD?
Baby [cat] steps, I guess.
He still officially lives in the bathroom. But he’s sneaked past us a couple of times and has seen most of the house and has bumped noses with Pepper. Pepper seems cool about the whole thing. Thankfully. She isn’t hissing and spitting like Tricksey was when Pepper showed up.
Nikon D100, 50mm
T wanted Pepper dead, the second she first saw her through this crack in the door.
Our little kitty is still unable to digest food properly. We’ve tried all kinds of foods – ending up with plain boiled chicken. But even that isn’t sticking with him. Whatever he eats is out of him in 30 minutes. So he’s literally starving, and dehydrated. And the vet doesn’t know why yet.
We’re going with ‘Skinny Pete’ as the cat’s name.
The shelter said he was 3 months old, but that’s probably not true. He’s probably more like 2 months old. He’s 2.2 pounds and has chronic diarrhea. The shelter we got him from says they didn’t notice anything like that. So, apparently his digestive system broke in the hour it took us to get him from the shelter to his new litter box in our guest bath. Crossing the county line probably did it.
We also call him ‘Stinky Pete’, because he’s not so great at cleaning himself up yet, yet spends a lot of time standing in liquid kitten shit.
Took him to the vet who gave us some meds to try. She said to keep him away from Pepper for another two weeks. So, he’s in quarantine.
Despite the fact that food shoots straight through him, he acts just like any other happy kitten.
We watched Kedi Tuesday night: a movie about the wild cats of Istanbul. Pepper, who had never acknowledged the TV before, sat rapt before it, fascinated by all the other cats.
So, we took that as a sign.
Say Hello to our as-of-yet-unnamed little boy cat.
He’s a rescue. He’s about as big as Pepper’s head.