Day Five, Still Alive!
We're now heading into the fifth day since we first learned how ill Homer is. I'm pleased to report that Homer is very much still alive and kicking, and right this second sitting in front of me and LOUDLY demanding the rest of his breakfast!
His appetite hasn't flagged at all, which is a good thing for many reasons, but especially because it's impossible to get medicine into Homer any other way than disguising it in his food. He won't even touch medicine that's been compounded into something cats should find appetizing. And Homer is also a master at detecting even the smallest pill crushed into an entire can of food.
So we've had to get creative. What seems to be working for now is mixing half a can of the stinkiest, cheapest cat food out there (and I really, really hate giving him something so unhealthy--but he's limiting my options!) with the medicine, stinky cheese (the kind that's so stinky that even when it's wrapped up, the second you open the refrigerator your whole apartment smells like something died and cats come running from every corner), some thin-sliced deli turkey, and a few Pounces thrown in as fun little "surprises" for Homer to find as he eats his way to the bottom of the bowl.
It took a lot (and I mean, A LOT) of trial and error before we finally hit upon this concoction--but, as you can see, the only critic who matters heartily approves of the results!
I think Homer's getting better--a bit more energetic, a bit more alert--but it's tough to know for sure since he was never in the deathly shape they were telling me he should have been in in the first place. It's hard to know whether a 15-year-old cat is as playful and active as he "should" be.
Right now we're happy he's eating with such enthusiasm (and getting his meds in the process). I keep reminding myself that this is a process, and we have to take things one day at a time...