Good News Needed

Okay, I'll start the ball rolling with a piece of good news. Operation "Catch The Mayweathers" is underway and nearly complete. At the time that I'm writing, two out of the three munchkins have been snatched from the yard and are currently hissing and spitting at their captor (not me). Upon closer inspection, our little feral twosome are suffering from upper respiratory and goopy eyes (which is totally expected). A vet visit is in order and then we can talk about transferring them to Teeny Tiny Tabby Town.

The one who hasn't given in yet? The stinkpot who sits outside the trap and whines about wanting the food inside but won't go in because she's too stinking smart? Ruby Junior. Should that surprise anyone?

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And Now For The Not-So-Good News

His world turned upside-down starting on Friday. Norm's in bad shape and I'm feeling pretty helpless and at the end of my rope.

On Friday, he couldn't keep anything down. It was a vomiting and diarrhea extravaganza in every corner of my house.

On Saturday, he was desperate for food... crying, whining, begging. It's no wonder. He's hungry, but his body isn't getting the benefit of what he takes in.   

By Sunday, we had reached another debilitating phase. He's drooling slightly and peeing wherever he happens to be at the moment. He walks stiffly and when I weighed him? Well, he's lost weight from last week. He's sitting in a corner of the kitchen, not hiding but not seeking out attention either. He's eating, but not with the desperate gusto he usually employs.

The crazy thing is that we hadn't changed a thing completely yet, not to the meat diet and not to the enzymes. Neither are a factor, but I'm afraid to keep trying anything new. I'm at a loss. The only thing I know is that a trip to the vet will entail hundreds of dollars worth of further testing, and that we have agreed not to continue down that road. His body is shutting down and I'm afraid of what that means is coming next.

I'm doing what I can to make him feel comfortable and loved while he's still here. We haven't given up the fight, but I feel as if it's time to turn things over to a higher power. Prayers, purrs, and vibes of all kinds will be gratefully accepted.

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So, like I said... Good News Needed. Share your good kitty news in the comments. I could use it.