For the last few days, he hasn't been his normal gluttonous self. Bentley has an automatic feeder, 'cause he's fancy, and there is never a single morsel of food left in that bowl. He has even figured out how to shove his paw up the mechanism and extract extra treats for tasting. I noticed on Tuesday, maybe, that there was a serving of food in his bowl, and it kept growing as the feeder went off and he wasn't eating. I tried switching the food in case it was stale or his delicate palate was offended by the flavors, but no go. He took a few bites of wet food, but usually he would hoover that shit in no time flat, so something was definitely wrong.
I had plans to go up to Santa Barbara this weekend for girly BFF time and my parents' annual holiday party, and I knew I needed to get him checked out before then. Luckily I was able to get into a vet near me yesterday afternoon, and they did a bunch of tests on my poor darling. Nothing was wrong with his blood work, so he doesn't have kidney failure or diabetes, which are the two things I was most worried about. He did have some white blood cells in his urine which indicates infection, so I have antibiotics for him, and appetite stimulant pills, and fancy fancy high-calorie wet food. Hopefully he starts eating and this is just a little bump in his long, healthy liferoad.
Sadly, I'm cancelling my weekend away, 'cause my child needs me. Unfortunately, I accidentally had the spoiled kitty's new litter box shipped to my parents' house, so I will be driving up to Santa Barbara tomorrow, getting my hair cut, getting the litter box, and driving back. Ew, three hours in the car.
But I will do anything for my Tree.
I left him tucked in bed this morning when I went to work, and plan to go check in on him at lunch. I do think he is milking this as much as possible, like the little bitch he is. "LOVE ME!" he says. "CUDDLE ME I DON'T FEEL WELL." "CAN I SLEEP ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BED?"
Yes, my poor sick baby, yes you can.
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