Good grief. When I wrote that last blog I didn't know I would be in a drama here with the cat. She was far sicker than I thought. I thought she was just out of sorts and needed some different med for her appetite. I was wrong and she diminished in size to just over 6 pounds, down from 8 which was down from 11. And the thing wrong is her blood calcium. She will always have the condition and it will take her from me eventually. But we try to keep her comfortable and eating. So far we have and she's been fairly happy until the past 2 weeks. She went to the hospital Monday and she's still there. Hoping that she will come home tomorrow. She will have another blood profile in the morning to see how she has progressed.
Her arm is shaved for her IV..a metered one..nutrients and meds in it aside from the liquids she needs. I take her food in for her since she didn't eat until I did (which broke my heart) and fed her from my hand. I laid my arms inside her cage and loved on her for half an hour at a time and told her things she should know..get her caught up on her bloggie and Twitter furiends..of which she has plenty. She felt all the love and purrs and prayers coming her way. I am hoping she gets sprung tomorrow!