I'm sure the feeling of the tube in his esophagus may be different enough that he's still not used to it, and eating on his own is something that will have to come with time.
I'm kind of hoping that being hungry will help, too, since I'm unable to get him fed within the time frames the vet recommended ... but the best news is that we're very close to getting him a full can of the prescription food, for the last couple of days ... so I'm hoping his strength will build up enough to make him a little more active, which will burn a few more calories than "survival mode," which will (I hope) trigger that urge to snack, or as Pooh would say, to "have a smackeral of something."
What I am NOT excited about is the possibility that his little kitty brain is learning that snuggling and petting = full tummy.
Yesterday, he woke me up at 4:30 a.m., snuggling and purring like a Mack truck (yea!) in my ear. This morning, it was 2:30 a.m.
Yesterday, I responded. This morning ... I'm sorry ... I am NOT the all-night take-out window of Taco Bell! If he is that hungry, he is welcome to the dry food in the kitchen! :-)
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