She's doing remarkably well, I must say. I was expecting her to be groggy and out of it so when we got home, I put her in my spare guest room where she has a litter box, food, water, etc. I went to check on Pidge and I heard all kinds of banging noises coming from the room Yodie was in so I went to investigate, concerned that she might have fallen. No. She was on my desk, going through all the gifts that I haven't yet wrapped. She apparently felt well enough to get into mischief so I brought her downstairs w/everybody and she flopped over on her back as though she wanted a belly rub. She never, and I mean never, does that. I rubbed her belly and she purred like a motor boat. I then fed everyone and she chowed down w/the rest of them.
So I guess she's tougher than I gave her credit for. It's her Mom that's the weakling, I guess. I thought I was a tough cookie but these last few weeks have worn me out. When Pidge got sick two days ago, I thought I would drop from exhaustion. W/work and trying to get holiday things done, cleaning the house and going to my own dr., which is also a long drive, it's just been hectic.
Pidge, on the other hand, is not doing as well as I'd like. She's wanted to stay under my bed ever since I brought her home from her last vet visit. She's hardly eating at all. I tried to get her to eat tonight and she turned away. I gave her some of her favorite treats and she didn't want them either. I'm just going to let her be. As long as she isn't suffering or vomiting, etc., I think that's the best course.
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