THURSDAY AFTERNOON UPDATE: All of the Mommies out there will appreciate this post. After a phone consultation with our vet, (we liv in rural area - next small animal vet is 1 hour away, which would stress Prancer out so badly we would nefur get him calmed down.) it was decided I would force-feed him with a syringe, 3cc of critical care prescription food, every 2 hours. Soooooo, first, I crawled UTB (again) to get Prancer out. (sumhow, he still manages to have alot of strength!) I fed him (went surprisingly well), and set him up in our master bathroom. Hammick - check. Water-check. Food -check. (just in case he decides to eat) Litterbox - check. Nip pillow - check. Window blinds up fur optimum viewing pleasure - check. One, very mad little mancat. - check.
Our first couple of feedings are already under our belt. We're old pros. My washer and dryer have run all day. I've run out of towels twice. I'm settin an alarm to make sure I don't drift off and I'm gettin him up all night to do this. Re-visit with vet tomorrow. We are gonna try to not go down the feeding tube road.
Surprisingly enough, Prancer has been alert with his ears up and did come out again last night about 9 p.m. to visit and hang out fur about 45 minutes. Through this whole thing he has never done the third eyelid thing, (he has before) and he is using his litterbox. We have had a couple of very awful poos, so we have wondered if he is sneakin dry food through the night, just not enough to sustain him and they haven't been happening everyday. Prancer has lost 5 lbs since September. About half of that has been since the illness started. We aren't taking pics of him right now, as it just breaks my heart. Thank you over and over again fur those purrs, purrayers, woofs, and get well wishes. Time to go feed my little man again. XOXOXOXOXO