As always some time during the
night, Tommy found her way up to the bed and was there when I woke up. As we started the day, I noticed that Tommy
hadn’t been eating as much as she usually did. I wasn’t sure if she was
starting to graze too much on the grass or if she decided that she didn’t like
the new adult food that she’d transitioned to from her kitty food.
I tried to monitor her throughout
the day. She seemed a bit lethargic and I wasn’t sure if she was napping more
or if she was just tired from all of the company this past weekend and
disruptions to her schedule. I also noticed a decrease in her “output.” She was
urinating less and she hadn’t pooped. She’s pretty regular, so I decided that
this was another indication that something was wrong.
She spent most of the day either
napping or seeking my attention, especially wanting to be petted. I think that
she just wanted some comforting, and I was glad to provide it. I read my ASPCA
cat care book about refusing to eat and the more I read, the more worried I was
getting. The only nourishment she was taking was a nibble of grass every so
often and an occasional treat. She
seemed to be taking in enough water, so I wasn’t worried about dehydration.
Tommy did play a little with me,
but the sessions were never very long nor very intense. She wasn’t irritable
and she wasn’t showing any aggressive behavior toward me. The longer she went
without eating her food, the more nervous I was getting. I knew that I had to leave in the early
evening for choir rehearsal, but I really hated leaving her alone. She on the
other hand, seemed okay with me leaving her alone in the bedroom.
When I got in the car to leave I
decided to call my sister and seek her advice. Another one of my sisters
happened to be over, so I got advice from both of them. They told me that she was probably
constipated and was overdoing the grass. Things would be okay once she pooped,
and to call back if it didn’t happen within 24 hours. At that point we would
probably be heading for the veterinarian for help.
I got through rehearsal and rushed
home. Tommy was very glad to see me and spent a considerable amount of time
rubbing up against me and wanting to be petted. After a while, she got up and
headed for the litter box. She seemed to spend a longer amount of time in there
than she normally did. I was hoping that meant that “the wait” was over.
When she finished, I went in and
checked the litter box. She had probably just defecated about two days’ worth
of waste. I was never so happy to see poop in my life. Hurdle number one had
been crossed and now she just needed to start eating her food again. I knew
that it might take a while because she was still probably not feeling very
hungry.
We stayed up for a while and then
when it was time to go to the bedroom, Tommy while not completely compliant at
least there wasn’t the chasing of the night before and she allowed me to pick
her up (very carefully and gingerly) and take her into the bedroom. When we got
in the bedroom she remained on the bed. I wondered if this was her way of
thanking me or that she just wanted the comfort and assurance of having me
nearby her. Either way, I was glad that things were improving.
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