The Good News

Although it is considered tacky to discuss bodily functions in polite company, sometimes that's what life is all about.

This evening, Mack surprised us by actually jumping into my lap after going down to the basement to visit the litter box. It's the first time in weeks that he has initiated this kind of contact, and I can only take it as a FABULOUS sign that he's feeling better ... despite the fact that his underside was ... um ... wet ... because he still hasn't come around to being the fastidiously clean cat he used to be before he fell ill.

BUT -- more good news -- today is the first day we have seen him make ANY effort whatsoever to clean himself in the last several weeks. The fact that he got one leg in the air, bent his head down, and then froze ... well ... we still see this as progress. Thank goodness we bought (and used) those little pet-cleaning wipes we noticed at Pet Supplies Plus.

AND -- still more good news! Mack has not (knock on wood, cross your fingers) rejected any of the food we've given him in the last two days!!! This, despite the fact that John and I seem to be having a good-natured "cc" war: John fed him 20cc yesterday after I gave him 16. Today, I gave him 22cc, and John upped the ante to 25. It's crazy here ... but the one who is benefitting is our beloved Mack!!

Next week, he'll go in for blood tests. But I don't need blood tests to know he's feeling better. I have the purr test, and the jump-in-my-lap test, and the ohmygosh-I-have-to-clean-myself test.

Life is good.