Skinny kitty even skinnier

I took Bowser in to the vet this morning for a blood test.  He’s down to 7lbs, 4oz, which I think is about a pound less than he weighed a few weeks ago.  Not good.  Here’s a link to the post I wrote on January 4 describing the tests we had done then.  Bowser’s been on a hypoallergenic diet for the last few weeks, and he’s been on prednisone for the last week.  He’s ravenous beyond belief.  He actually steals food from our hands and plates while we’re eating.  But no weight gaining.  Oh, that reminds me that I was going to have them give Bowser a B12 injection while he was getting his blood draw.  Oops.  Forgot about that one.

My feline has decided that he does not like the hypoallergenic dry food I got him.  He is, however, a huge fan of the soft food.  So now I got him some rabbit and venison soft and dry food options to try.  That and probiotics and fish oil (which, strangely, both cats think is disgusting) are all part of the current routine.

Because he is so skinny, because he’s enamored with me because I give him soft food, or perhaps because he senses that he’s sick, Bowser has been super-cuddly and affectionate.  Before Andrew and Sylvia were around, he would sleep under the covers next to me.  But it’s been over five years since he burrowed under the blankets.  However, these last weeks, he’s been snuggling down under the covers with me all night.  He either sleeps like a teddy bear in my arms or with his spine lined up against my spine.  Or sometimes, since he has a thing for my hair, he’ll have his rump under my arm and will stretch his body across my neck so he can knead at my hair next to my ear.  It’s all very furry and cozy and makes for excellent sleeping.

Spooky (Bowser’s brother) has meanwhile been throwing up all the time.  I think he’s been eating the flowers off a cyclamen that I brought home.  One day last week he threw up five times.  And he picked really terrible places – the couch, the bed (comforter and sheets), a pillow left on the floor, the one carpeted room of our house.   I’ve been putting the potted flower on top of the refrigerator at night to keep it away from him.  Last night I forgot, and the dorky cat a) snipped off all the flowers b) ate one of them and c) vomited on me, the bed, and a pillow on the floor in the night.  Excellent.  I think I’m going to send the flower to work with Bryan.  I will say that this constant cat-puking hasn’t helped make the case for spending oodles more $$ to diagnose Bowser:)

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Hopefully when we get the results back from this blood test (they said it would be a week), we’ll have more to go on about what is troubling my cute black-and-white cat.

Thanks for your friendly thoughts:)

~Althea