It’s been a few days since I last posted about him.
I kept him in the crate until Wednesday. I’d let him out a little, but he was just so weak, it was best to keep him in the crate so he could rest. I gave him a quarter tab of periactin twice a day until Thursday. Friday I stopped the appetite stimulant and started him on l-Lysine (an amino acid) twice a day.
Saturday I watched him drink from the fountain in the office and again from the dripping part of the sprinkler system down by the pool. Good sign! At night, he’d come in the house, go to the crate, want in to eat and potty, then he’d come back out. He hadn’t slept in the crate since Wednesday. Thursday morning, he caught a small lizard down by the pool and ate it.
Yesterday, I watched as he ate Kirkland kibble from the patio (the cats early morning treat, I put out enough that it lasts all day).
This morning, I emptied the crate, took it outside and hosed it out. Brian put it away.
And Skippy is on the road to recovery.
Yay! Or as a co-worker used to say many, many years ago - “Yippee, Skippy!” (Although I don’t quite think she meant what it means to me today.)