Concerned that he wasn't eating very much (if at all), this past weekend I tried him with chicken baby food. He seemed to like it. He'd have a few bites, then walk over me, to the other side of the sofa. Then come back and walk over me again and let me know he'd like some more, please. Then he'd eat a little more, then climb onto the back of the sofa, go into the window, walk to the other side of the window, jump back down onto the sofa, then head back towards me and he'd walk over my legs again and want to eat a little more. It took over an hour, but he ate a jar of baby food.
We've gone through this a few times this week. Yesterday I switched out the baby food with Hill's A/D and he looked at me as if to say "what the hell is this caca? I ain't eating this!" And he didn't.
Back to baby food. But this morning, he's looking a little better. He did leave some poo spots where he'd been laying down, so I figured maybe this would be an opportune time to start him on that metronidazole we got for him last month. I gave him a dose and he didn't drool it out. That's a good thing.
Then he ate a half a can of some sort of fish Fancy Feast. I added water to it to get him started and he lapped that right up. Then he hit the solid and was kind of iffy, but he had a taste. Then another, then another. Then the walking away started over again. I had a heck of a time keeping the other cats away, but when all was said and done, Marco had eaten at least a half of a can. And now he'sl laying on a towel next to my laptop. He gave himself a very small wash, then settled down. I think he's asleep right now.