Tiger went to the vet yesterday. My mom returned looking grim. She has to give Tiger fluids. The poor cat is dehydrated.
“I think Tiger has lost her sense of smell, not her appetite,” Mom said. “She’s even backing away from the tuna fish. But she’s very interested in what’s on her plate…and my plate, too.
“Tiger just looks like, ‘I’m hungry! This looks good so I’ll sniff….Oh no! Why are you serving me gravel?'”
Apparently cats use their sense of smell to decide if food is edible. Once it’s gone, they have no clue.
But she will be happy to be proven wrong, if a newly hydrated Tiger starts eating again.
I will be on my best behavior, knowing Cathy has so much going on. But hey, I’m a dog, not a saint. There is a patron saint of dogs but no saintly dogs as far as I know.
So I hope my mom Cathy hides the chewables. And I suspect we’re in for lots of walks while mom is feeling stressed.