Every once in a while I’ve had a cat or dog just go off their food for a day, then be fine the next day. Undoubtedly something was wrong, but whatever it was had straightened itself out in short order. Let’s hope it’s one of those.
Check for dehydration if Goo’s not drinking (pull up a flap of skin at the back of the neck and let go; if it stays up or goes down only slowly, they’re dehydrated) and insert water with a clean eyedropper if needed.
Goo seems fine this morning. She’s still going to the vet though.
Whew.
Doesn’t hurt to check; but chances are a lot better now that it was one of those one day mysteries.
Sadie never licks. If we’re in bed and she want to be petted, she’ll put her face near exposed skin until her whiskers tickle you into action. She also never climbs into either of our laps. I don’t know if her former owner wouldn’t allow it or what. She’s also very good about staying out from under foot, which is a good thing for both of us.
Goo has a cold. She’s a sneezy kitty. 
Gesundheit!
If she stops eating, call the vet.
She was only sick that one day. I’m guessing it was the pot roast gravy.
The vet called yesterday to give us an update. (Catmom was concerned she hadn’t heard anything earlier. The vet said she called on Saturday because she didn’t want to leave us hanging.) T-whatevers elevated. She’s waiting on a report from a pathologist. I suggested to Catmom that the pathologist should take some X-Lax if he’s that backed up.
This morning Catmom received an email from the vet suggesting low-iodine foods for Goo, and Catmom ordered some gooshy food. (Abbey and Findus would eat any special kibble that’s lying about. Not a chance of that with the gooshy food.) I think I’ll suggest increasing Goo’s ration since hyperthyroidism makes her lose weight.
Best wishes for Goo.
She says we’ll try her on the special food for a year, and then consider whether to get her radiation treatment. Good news: Radiation cures the condition. Bad news: A) It’s expensive; and B) She’d have to take Goo down to Seattle. Goo is stressed enough just riding half an hour to the vet!
I hope the food works!
-– and ‘try this for a year’ is actually kind of encouraging: seems like there’s no imminent danger.
Kasya’s very close to a year old by vet estimate (they pegged her at 8 months when she went in for her spay on 12 January), so not really a kitten any more, but she’s definitely not fully mature yet (still a baby face and smaller than the average adult cat). She’s nearly as tall as Buddy at the shoulder, but still a bit shorter shoulder-to-rump, and much more lightly built (Buddy’s a solid chunk of orange).
She HAS mastered such vital catly skills as middle-of-the-night zoomies, pouncing on her big brother when he’s under the covers trying to snuggle with a human or sleep, and “helping” with bed-making or laundry folding, by way of being right in the middle of the project and pinning down objects the human’s trying to work with.
I do love her, but I am really looking forward to when she matures and calms down a bit.
I’m sorry to report that cats almost never stop helping us make the bed.
That I know. Buddy still “helps” too, and we think he’s about 10-11 now. I’ll just be happy when she manages better timing on the zoomies and stops hassling her big brother while he’s trying to sleep. I’d even just settle for them not using me as a surface for their wrestling.
Amen to that!
Indeed. I about have to shut my eight year old in another room. Wrapping him up in the middle of the sheets I’m removing only works briefly; he squirms out and gets back up on the bed before I can get all the layers back on.
That will probably settle down eventually; though “eventually” may be a couple of years. But it’s a better problem to have, IMO, than not having enough cats around.
I just had to go let a cat out so he could come in: I had accidentally shut the Senior Cat in the greenhouse. Last time he didn’t show up for supper I had shut him in the packing shed. He isn’t even supposed to be in the packing shed.