This week’s treatment was Vincristine, again. Petey first had it in Week 1, as part of the killer cocktail that made him queasy, barfy, and miserable. We all assumed it was the Elspar in that cocktail that did the bulk of the damage. Turns out we were wrong.
Petey’s been a low energy all week (I know, it’s hard to believe, what with the chicken thieving episode) and particularly fussy about eating. It’s not so much that he has no appetite. It’s that he wants only very specific things, served up to his Lordship in very specific ways.
For example, on Monday, Petey, Lord of the Fussbudgets, demanded chicken — either stolen off the counter or cut into delectable little morsels and served on a 1/2 sheet of paper towel placed carefully on the heart-shaped rug in front of the sink. And that chicken had to be white meat, with all the skin removed.
Tuesday morning, chicken was only OK — not a fan favorite. And he wanted it served over by the regular food bowls. But, he deigned to eat some of the super-high protein, mucho dinero dry food from a paper plate. But not from its regular bowl.
Tuesday afternoon, chicken was off the menu. Nope. Not even worthy of a lick. Now, his Lordship wanted stinky fishy stuff — the more stomach churning for me, the better. Back to the Weruva we went. This time, we hit pay-dirt with the first can, Mack and Jack. It’s a sumptuous blend of tuna, mackerel and skip jack that Petey finds irresistible — if served on a paper plate. Unfortunately, so does his sister, Pudgy the Wailer. If Pudgy (whose proper name is Lilikoi) approaches the bowl, his Lordship will walk away and never return.
I’ve been spending an inordinate amount of time sitting on the kitchen floor this week, holding his Lordship’s paper plate in place (he hates having dirty paws, so he won’t hold it himself) and fending off the advances of the marauding Wailer. We repeat this process at least 4 times a day, since Petey, Lord of the Fussbudgets, will not eat more than 1/4 can of food at a time.
That boy is lucky I love him.
That boy is lucky indeed! Hope he’s feeling better soon.
Vincent often refused to eat out of a bowl after anesthesia. We think he didn’t like how it felt against his whiskers and face. Maybe chemo does something similar to make Petey prefer a plate. We hope he perks up soon.
I hope Petey feels better soon. He’s a lucky boy.
i hope you feel better soon. it was the doxyrubicine that i didn’t get on with in the main. i drove my mum mad with my newly acquired food fads during chemo. i never used to LOVE stinky fish food but i took a real liking to it during my treatment. nowadays i have no choice cos of my exclusion diet though, just as well i like the prescribed foods i am on!
Hi Petey, I just found you through Storm. You are a very lucky boy that your Mom loves you so much.
Petey’s a lucky boy for sure. Stinky, fishy food made me chuckle.
I consider myself lucky, too. The boy makes me laugh like a loon on a daily basis.
Well at least he’s eating
I’m glad Petey is feeling better. I think my two cats are Petey split. One is stupid as a rock and the other is stuborn as a rock. Dexter wanted to send well wishes from his fleecy mat. If you can’t tell he is the stuborn one. I was throwing my laundry in my closet to get it ready and that included his mat. Well you can see how he felt about that…
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Awww, Dexter is just a big ball of kitty attitude! So cute.
Hi Petey!
I hope that you are feeling good today! Stay in remission and keep your human guessing about what food you like on a daily basis – that sounds like fun!