Wow. I missed it. Today is the year anniversary of my last post about Mom. Which is good. I wrote it on the calendar wrong. I knew it was two days after Thanksgiving and knew it was a Saturday but got the DATE of Thanksgiving wrong.
I guess I am sort of happy as the Dude is up and relatively normal. Not so groggy. Not so sleepy but still not so hungry. But he has made it past her anniversary so unless he goes on Christmas Eve (when I lost Dad) I may have only two terrible anniversaries during the holidays....
I have decided to reduce his prednisone a little. His kidneys are going a bit over the edge.
I have my Magic Bullet out and am trying to make tasty slime for him to lap up as he will crunch treats but prefers the soup in the cat food to the substance. (Personally I still think he is messing with me.)
The powder is now being measured and applied to scraps of the last of the turkey left overs. He doesn't taste it at all. But apparently chicken does not hold the same appeal. I have some livers I was going to try to cook and mash, but I think I will see if he finishes off the smelly old 9 Lives I got him.
We play a game of tag all morning.
He used to like waking me up and begging for food and I would give him his meds during munch time. But now his appetite is way down and after waking me up, he makes me leave so he can eat in peace.
Tomorrow I will wake up and dose him. Let the worst thing be first and he can sulk if he wants, but I can drink my coffee anywhere I want without waiting for him to come out to eat!
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