Cats are like people, all are different. I have four and no two are alike. Not even close.
Gracie is new to the group. She’s been here since January and I’m still trying to figure her out. She’s not as flashy and “me, me, me” as Morgan but she’s not a shy one either.
She’s been through a lot in the past few months, losing an eye and a load of kittens, getting spayed and now dental surgery.
Her past is hazy. She was rescued from a hoarding situation. She was very socialized but a weird eater. More on that later.
After her dental surgery which included multiple extractions (possibly cause by poor nutrition), she seemed to rebound fast, then dipped. She was on pain meds and I think they were instrumental in making her groggy and not hungry.
She was lucid enough to give the really sad puppy eyes (yes cats do that too) while lying in her bed. As my heart was being ripped apart, I set a deadline. If she wasn’t much better by Tuesday, she’d go to the vet.
I stopped the pain meds and overnight she bounced back. Her first act of health was to wake us at 3:30 a.m. to play. “If you don’t want to play, I’ll just chew on your fingers and toes!” How can you get mad at that?
She did have a visit from the tooth fairy! Ellen from 15andmeowing.com sent some fabulous crocheted catnip toys. They are soft. They quickly became the favorite. (Maybe they had magic too!) A thank you shout out to Ellen!
Here are a few things I scratch my head about.
Prior to this past episode, the vet wanted me to get Gracie on a soft cat food diet for health reasons. No can do. I went through brand after brand, with gravy, without gravy, mush, filets. I tried expensive brands, cheap brands, warmed up, cold, room temperature, water added to hard kibble and all flavors including stinky. I resorted to rotisserie chicken. Nada.
This past week my husband and I split a steak. There were fatty scraps on my plate. As I started to clean up, I turned around. She was on my chair eating the fatty scraps. She ate them all! (No I can’t feed her steak!)
She routinely upsets our kitchen garbage can to go through it. (Looking for steak scraps? Seriously we don’t eat it that often.)
I don’t know what she would like to eat. Right now she’ll only eat hard kibble but she’s looking for something. Perhaps this was customary at her former home. Kibble and garbage scraps. She did eat cheese…once!
Calling all cat owners, any suggestions?
Author’s note: After I set this up for publication, I figured it out…sorta. She was fed table scraps. She smelled a pork chop and insisted she get some. She stole the bone from the garbage and the 7 pound dynamo ran with it through the house with me after her. The beloved husband caught her. (No picture of that Keystone Kops event.) Then she ate some boiled ham lunch meat. I have to get her back on cat food.