girl in greenwood

Mr. Black Cat gave us a scare this weekend... Friday night we were out late because R* had a gig, and we went out for dinner after he played. When we came home, I gave Booshka his usual nighttime pill and we went to bed. Then he woke us 3 times in the night because he was throwing up. Saturday morning he refused to eat and was very weak. We were really worried about him and took him to the vet, where we saw our very favorite doctor... and she examined him and said it is most likely a flare-up of his irritable bowel disease, and that extra steroids and antacids should make him feel a lot better. They gave him some fluids and took blood and urine samples just to make sure that nothing else is going on. When we got home from the vet, Booshka ate a little bit and then went to sleep. But he wouldn't eat in the evening when he normally gets his insulin, and he just ate a tiny bit at bedtime.

This morning, though, he hopped out of bed at 6:00 and asked for breakfast. So I fed him and gave him his insulin injection, and an extra steroid/antacid dose to keep his tummy from hurting. So far, he seems like he's bouncing back.

Last time this happened, about a week later he had an explosion from the hind end that necessitated daily baths for a few days. We're hoping to avoid that this time around with the extra steroids before the explosion. Keep your fingers crossed, because that was just gross, even for an experienced butt-wiper like me.

Labels: Booshka, cats