Thanks, Sandra and Lorraine. Come on over!
We tried the chicken tonight. Priscilla wasn't interested, even after I made little tiny pieces for her and put a few in her mouth. At least she didn't just let them drop out of her mouth but did swallow them. Sydney ate some but left the rest of his serving. Poppy kept taking her chunk out of the bowl and putting it on the carpet and shaking it around, I guess so she could feel more like she had captured it in the wild. Elmer and Peony vaccuumed theirs up. Elmer also finished up Sydney's and Priscilla's leftovers.
I also tried some of the Babycat kibblets in some Milk Substitute. She sniffed it, pulled back, sniffed some more, pulled back some more. I put a couple of drops of the solution on her nose and tongue. She licked them up and seemed to enjoy them but not enough to exert herself and lean over to eat from the bowl. I tried a few of the little kibbles in the milk, putting them on her tongue, and she would eat them, seemingly enjoying them, but again couldn't be bothered to go to the trouble to eat them herself. Then she jumped down, so I put the bowl on the floor, where Elmer polished it off in no time.
As you can tell, Priscilla continues to do it HER way.
Again, thanks for all the prayers and encouragement and good wishes!
Love,
Pat and Priscilla
I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
-- Terry Pratchett (1948—2015), Sourcery
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