It's just after 5:00am. Up extra early to get Husband to some doctor appointments this morning. I haven't checked on Only or Kizzie yet. Getting this post published to my blog and then off to check on everyone. I don't yet know what today brings.
Only was only three weeks old when he came to me. He could not eat on his own. I started syringe feeding him and to be honest, he never really got it. I’ve syringe fed many many kittens over the years. Some do better than others. I knew with Only that if I could keep him nourished for a couple of weeks, he would eventually be able to handle canned kitten food or softened Kitten Chow. What happened was that no matter how many feedings I administered daily, Only just wasn’t getting enough. I tried the softened dry food and the canned food off and on, hoping he would be early to turn to this type of food and would begin to get enough. But he didn’t. Slowly, he began to turn away from formula. Getting even 2 ccs in him at a time became a struggle. Also – he wasn’t growing. I knew this could be because he was not consuming enough OR it could be Failure to Thrive.
Finally, last Friday, my daughters took Only to the vet to see if there was anything I might be missing. But no. Just keep feeding. Hope he doesn’t have Failure to Thrive. Hope he would survive long enough to get through this phase and maybe he would begin to grow. I was extremely worried that I might end up watching Only fade and die.
Then, on Sunday evening, suddenly Only took a full syringe of formula almost without a breath. He did not fight me or turn away. I quickly filled the syringe again. He consumed it all. A third – YES!! That was a total of NINE ccs before he quit. Of course, I did not dare believe this was it. I did not dare believe we had turned the corner and now all would be well. But on Monday morning (yesterday), the exact same thing happened – NINE ccs. Not so good throughout the day yesterday, and not so good last night. But he did try some “big boy” food and managed to eat a bite or two. I don't know how he will do today; I’m not going to say we have turned the corner yet, but there is sporadic improvement. I’ll take it.
I mentioned yesterday that Kizzie’s fever-reducing medication would wear off at noon on Monday (yesterday). Even before noon, his fever was on the way up. And he had not eaten over night or at all during the morning yesterday. At one point yesterday afternoon, his temperature registered at 103.8. I was disappointed that it was up, but worse than that I was afraid we would end up over 106 again. I had no more fever-reducing medication. I had to hope this fever would moderate on its own. Also – even though Dr. O thought this was more likely viral than bacterial, I started the antibiotic he sent home with me. Late last night when I checked on Kizzie, none of his food had been touched. I was so afraid to take his temperature. But I did. And when that thermometer read 102.8 I actually did a happy dance right there in the Kitten Room. We are NOT out of the woods. He is far from OK at this point, but this is improvement. Again – I don’t dare believe we have arrived. As I said above, things can turn bad with a kitten in a heartbeat. And I have not yet checked on him this morning.
If these two babies continue to improve, tomorrow I will introduce you to the new foster kitten who came just when needed, as if she was ordered and delivered.
Keep sending those wonderful well wishes and purrayers for Only and especially for Kizzie (who is definitely not yet out of the woods).
See you tomorrow.