Katcher update
My wish has come true: today is better than yesterday. Oh, he foamed at the mouth and spit out the antibiotics, but I went and got a pill-throwing contraption and it went relatively well. And he eats. Phew. Eat, baby, eat! And he got his insuline shot and that went very well (giving the shot is without a doubt the easiest treatment I’ve ever had to perform on a cat — although it’s not as much fun as inserting a needle in Herb’s belly (man, by the time I have a child I’ll be able to deal with a-ny-thing!) — and the dose is so tiny (one unit! that’s one milliliter!)!). What is scarier than the injection is the possible reaction if he goes into hypoglycemia (oh the things I’ve learned this week!). He ran under the couch after his antibiotics, and it scared me that he could be in distress under there so I kept looking at him with a flashlight (check it out — it’s an awesome flashlight — no more batteries, ever!). But he only needed calm and rest. He came out an hour later to snack some more, so all is well. (This, coming from a woman who has the very freaking accurate electroning scale out and who keeps on weighing various cat food substances to write down in a spreadsheet exactly how many grams of what her boy ate at what time precisely… But hell, if I feel in control, then he gets the best care possible and we make a good team.)
