Barbie's struggling

[She Knows It]

Change that dirty water right now! It's no wonder the poor thing is ill. It's like the streets of Mumbai.

[rb14]

You dumb back-end-of-a-bus-arsed bint. Did you read the fucking post? HE WON'T DRINK ANYTHING ELSE. Give him a choice and he's slurping from the fucking bog. The water's clean, saggy-knocks.

[Stu Monty]

Rog, I hate cats. They are shit and evil. This being said I don't want yours to die.

 

I hope that is a comfort to you.

[rb14]

Stu. It is. Thanks.

 

Well today it's better news chez rb14. Barbie has improved.

 

Last night he was able to eat three king prawns. This morning he got out of his F&M hamper (complete with heated underblanket) to greet me and came into the kitchen for some brekky. He had about half of his usual wet food, two more king prawns and some of his favourite dried biscuit.

 

He's just got back into bed having shouted at me. It sounded like a "I'm tired, fucked and weak, but feeling a good bit better than I have been over the past two days." I might be reading too much into this, I don't know.

 

 

To explain the saucers; he can't get food out of a normal cat bowl because the only two teeth he has are at the back of his grid, so gently sloping sided saucers are the best option. The one he's eating out of has his wet food, to the left of that is his water which he never ever touches, to the right is his dried biscuit and the empty saucer furthest away was for his two king prawns.

 

I'm going to stick around for another couple of hours and assuming he doesn't hoy it all back up, I'll leave mr rb14 to the nursing duties and whizz up to see me ma and maybe leave a calling card for the bitter cow.

[RedinSweden]

There is no way our cat would drink from that fucking fountain either.

 

Glad to hear he is getting better.

[rb14]

Ahhh. Today is the fourth day he's been off food. Took him to the vet yesterday morning. We're off up there again now.

[She Knows It]

Slug-pellet poisoning? Give him a kiss from me. He'll soon be back to his diva self. Good luck x

[Unrighteous]

Hope that Barbie is doing much better...

[Strontium]

Last night he was able to eat three king prawns.

 

 

There's the problem: too many shrimps in the Barbie.

[Total Longo]

I smiled. Fuck the pair of you.

 

Barbie's outside on the South terrace. He's had a few sips of (frankly disgusting) water from the bowl out there and now he's settled down in the sun. He's not good but he's certainly no worse.

 

 

And before you all give me a hard time, he won't drink the water unless it's from that fucking bowl. He has another in a similar state on the other terrace, but that's less favoured. I bought him a drinking fountain and he was like "I'm not drinking out of that fucking thing". Nor will he drink out of the water bowl in the kitchen. He will occasionally deign to drink the special cat milk we buy him but not often.

 

Oooh, the South Terrace? Hark at you with a South Terrace!

[Liverpool lad]

I am glad the cat is on the mend, I have been sick with worry here

[rb14]

Thanks for all your kind wishes and texts.

 

It's been a hard week. He went off his food on Tuesday. Thursday at the vets, more blood tests which diagnosed that his hyperactive thyroid still isn't right. Trouble is it's hard to feed our little prince his tablets when he's not eating. Saturday morning he was still no better so he went back to the vets again. The long and short of it is there's nothing obviously wrong but we suspect a tummy upset. Trouble is, his fighting weight is only five and a half pounds so he really can't afford to lose very much at all. He's below five right now. He's now on appetite stimulants, An increased dose of thyroid tablets and some antibiotics that target tummies.

 

We've tried every food under the sun, from his favourite cat food (both meat and fish varieties), his second favourite, some special vet-recommended high-nutrient cat food, fresh tuna, fresh monkfish, fresh steak, three types of dried food and cat milk. Nothing. Well, nothing until today. At last, at long long last he decided he was going to try some steak and then proceeded to eat a truckload. Mr rb14 was chasing him around the house putting more in his gob, with tablets handily secreted therein.

 

Net result is, of course, he's eaten at last. He's still a long way away from himself, but it's a shaky paw in the right direction. He's listless and spends even more time asleep than usual, but we've suddenly found ourselves with some hope. I think the next 48 hours are really important. We've had fuck-all sleep with the worry.

 

Send positive thoughts for the little angel?

[She Knows It]

Thanks for all your kind wishes and texts.

 

It's been a hard week. He went off his food on Tuesday. Thursday at the vets, more blood tests which diagnosed that his hyperactive thyroid still isn't right. Trouble is it's hard to feed our little prince his tablets when he's not eating. Saturday morning he was still no better so he went back to the vets again. The long and short of it is there's nothing obviously wrong but we suspect a tummy upset. Trouble is, his fighting weight is only five and a half pounds so he really can't afford to lose very much at all. He's below five right now. He's now on appetite stimulants, An increased dose of thyroid tablets and some antibiotics that target tummies.

 

We've tried every food under the sun, from his favourite cat food (both meat and fish varieties), his second favourite, some special vet-recommended high-nutrient cat food, fresh tuna, fresh monkfish, fresh steak, three types of dried food and cat milk. Nothing. Well, nothing until today. At last, at long long last he decided he was going to try some steak and then proceeded to eat a truckload. Mr rb14 was chasing him around the house putting more in his gob, with tablets handily secreted therein.

 

Net result is, of course, he's eaten at last. He's still a long way away from himself, but it's a shaky paw in the right direction. He's listless and spends even more time asleep than usual, but we've suddenly found ourselves with some hope. I think the next 48 hours are really important. We've had fuck-all sleep with the worry.

 

Send positive thoughts for the little angel?

 

He is the fucking Shirley Bassey of the feline world. You've made a rod for your own back. Send him to the cat rescue and feed me instead.

 

PS. Glad she's on the mend x

[rb14]

He is the fucking Shirley Bassey of the feline world. You've made a rod for your own back. Send him to the cat rescue and feed me instead.

 

PS. Glad she's on the mend x

He. HE'S on the mend. Don't confuse him, he's got enough on his plate.

 

x

[rb14]

I've left him at the vet's. He's been admitted for a few days. Whilst he's not eating, we can't give him his tablets. The vet can hopefully medicate him which will include appetite enhancers. Once he starts getting food inside him, there's hope.

 

It's a shitty day.

[Tom R]

Look on the bright side. If he dies you can buy a dog.

 

Good times.

[neko]

are you sure he's not just confused ?

 

hope so anyways....

 

[YOUTUBE]B2Je1CEPkUM[/YOUTUBE]

[ottawa_lfc]

Try heating his wet food for 8-10 seconds in the microwave - releases smells which are apparently quite appealing. I had to do that when our's was sick. She (the cat) would only eat it off my fingers too, for a while, so that might work.

 

Hope Barbie gets better soon!

[rb14]

He's a little fucker.

 

I left him at the vets yesterday morning as reported. I visited at about 2.0 p.m. and spent half an hour with him. He was really subdued. Despite having his toys and his leccy blanket, he wasn't settled. So just before the vet closed yesterday evening, I went back and rescued him. At least he'd had his pills.

 

Back home, he made a beeline (feeline?) for the kitchen and I hurriedly chopped some steak for him. He proceeded to demolish a fucking truckload. Then he whizzed out for a drink of water. Back inside, he went straight back to the kitchen again. By this time I'd had a chance to provide him with a choice of dishes.

 

I wasn't going to be happy until I'd managed to get some more pills down him this morning, but he was only too pleased to batter his way through more steak (tablets hidden inside) and his favourite 60% meat recipe stuff.

 

I think he's on the way to recovery.

 

About an hour ago...

 

 

 

 

And right this minute, having a quick rest between meals...

 

 

And those are his little mice friends before you ask.

[She Knows It]

I still think he's just trying it on for the chateaubriand.

[melons]

Barbie's facebook status:

 

Barbra Lastlegs Barbie slept well last night, but this morning was uncomfortable; no appetite and very quiet. We took him to the vet's and after an gentle examination, we felt we didn't want him to undergo a series of tests and hospitalisation with only the faintest chance of any lasting improvement. Peter and I held him as he passed... away in our arms, stroking and loving him as we always do. He was totally at ease and relaxed.

 

 

 

RIP Barbie. x

[neko]

sorry for your loss roger - i've been in that position a couple of times and it's not something i'd wish to do again.

[RedinSweden]

Sad to hear that Rog. Glad it wasn't a nasty end.

[Rico1304]

I used to hate cats then moved in with the missus and got 2(fernando and Robbie). They are ace and I wish I'd got them earlier. Robbie is currently snuggled next to me on the sofa.

 

Gutted for you mate.

[AVEEZ]

I have dogs but love them dearly - I'm really sorry for you Rog. xxx