10:30 am – Fancy was back to her usual up-and-down/on-and-off the bed routine last night. Poop in the litter box this morning. Again, it was black. I sucked up whatever shred of dignity I may still be clinging to and got a Ziploc bag and kept a tiny sample in case they need it tomorrow. I have such a newfound appreciation of the things my parents must have gone through when I was a kid.
I will say, scouring the litter box every day is kind of like a treasure hunt. I wake up every morning and run to the bathroom to check it with all the fervor of an octogenarian who sent in her Publisher’s Clearinghouse Sweepstakes form weeks ago. Get that little scooper out and start digging around. . . pee clumps are good, promising, but no one should ever be so happy to see cat poop as I’ve been the past couple of days.
It’s a Prednisone day. She fought rather roughly today but I think she got most of it down. I’ve been giving her a bit of tuna or canned food afterwards to calm her down and keep her from smacking her lips to try to get the medicine back up, which causes her to drool something fierce. It’s working well for the most part.
Ate a bit of dry food.
12:30-1:45 – Fancy resting in her corner
5:15 – Home from seeing parents. Fancy still resting in corner. I get the impression she’s been there all day. She eagerly ate about 1 ½ tablespoons canned food and pumpkin.
9:00 ish – Ate some more canned food and pumpkin. Came out and played around for a while. Seems to be fine.
And with that, we go to bed. Tomorrow we should get the call about the tissue sample results.
