Brat

I'm glad we're seeing the vet today. I want to know whether Mack's blood tests show his liver is functioning again. I want to know whether his biology has caught up with his behavior.

And he is being a brat, lately. Wouldn't sit still for his whole feeding last night, and wouldn't allow me to feed him again before bed.

He actually jumped down from the papasan AFTER I'd taken the plug out of the feeding tube (so I had him calm enough, I THOUGHT, to proceed!). There is nothing quite like having little drops of watery liver pate left in a trail all over the living room and into the kitchen.

We caught him, plugged up the tube again, and waited for him to visit the litter box, or WHATEVER was so important at that moment.

Absolutely eluded me after the litter box visit, too.

I tried sitting with him to see if I could feed him, again, just before I turned in ... long after I would normally have gone to bed. No dice.

BUT -- guess who woke me up this morning, pawing my closed bedroom door? Yup. Guess he was hungry!

But he still wouldn't sit down and let me feed him. So I went about my business.

Finally, he came back to the bedroom and climbed into bed with John. They both like to hide under the covers.

Now I'm wondering whether Mack has learned that the grumbling in his tummy means he needs to be cuddled. NOT "I need to put my mouth around some food," but "where is someone to pet me? The grumbly tumbly always goes away then!"

Argh.

Probably worrying about nothing.

Lunchtime feeding went well, after I caught him and calmed him down again.

Good news: the water therapy is working. Things are still moving ALL THE WAY through his system, and coming out much easier on the other end.

Now we just need to get the front end working again!