We all have to keep hoping for miracles because somehow it is working and the little kitty is hanging in there. She's managed to stay fully conscious for 24hrs and is feeding really well.
She still isn't eating for herself yet but I've been watching her guzzle syringe after syringe of a special glucose and formula milk solution. She screams for her four hourly meals louder than I can meow so I'm hoping a miracle's happened and just maybe she will survive...
Mum says she has to be fully weaned before we can assume anything and we need to keep hoping for her.
Tommy hasn't been his normal self lately and as he's an old man he's been moved into reception so he can be kept a closer eye on as well as having the freedom to roam as he pleases.
Scully also lives in reception and she's a bit cross that yet another cat's been allowed into what she thinks is her space. I know I shouldn't laugh but Scully's way of showing her displeasure is by spraying and it was hysterical when mum picked up the phone to find it was dripping with pee! She's also marked the filing cabinet, microwave, computer moniter and for good measure hacked up a fur ball on the printer - what an ace sense of humour!
Munchkin
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