I don't have as many pictures of Polly as I do of her sister and Carson, because she is such an affectionate cat that as soon as she sees someone coming close with a camera, she bunts her head up against the lens. Most of my photos of her are extremely out-of-focus close-ups. Anyway, Polly has been in poor health lately, and my other cat is diabetic, and Carson is still struggling with his horrible skin issues, so here is how a typical morning looks here:
1. Give Polly an IV of fluids.
2. Give Patch her shot.
3. Spray Carson all over with topical medicine.
4. Mix up cat food for Polly and feed it to her through a syringe.
Then I go to work and come home, give Polly a snack and spray Carson. In the evening, we repeat the entire routine. Every three days, Carson gets a medicinal bath, and Polly gets antibiotics and B vitamins in her IV. It's to the point that not only everyone at the vet's office knows us quite well, but the part-time clerks at the Big Box Pet Store know us. My husband picked up Carson's special limited-ingredient food yesterday and the clerk said, "Wasn't your wife just here?"
The deal with Polly is that she was diagnosed with a liver problem. I had her at the vet's two weeks ago, and our choice was to hospitalize her with a feeding tube, and there was no guarantee that would work, or to bring her home and do the best we could. I honestly could not live with the thought of her alone in a cage with a feeding tube. Even if it was her best shot at survival, it did not seem right or fair. And she was so stressed out from the vet's visit that I really thought she was going to die that night. It was awful.
But it's two weeks later, and here we are. And two nights ago, she climbed up on my lap and started purring. Started bumping up against the book I was trying to read. Later, she followed me as I went to pack up some boxes and rubbed against my legs. That night she hopped up on the bed and did her favorite thing, which is usually my least favorite thing, which is to sleep on my head.
Maybe I'm just deeply in denial about a 14-year-old cat with a serious health problem. But the last couple of days, she's been more active and social. And our vet is pretty surprised she's still with us after two weeks.