Well, that didn't happen this evening, so she got fed through the syringe.
I was busy for most of the day. She got a small syringe feeding this morning, but she wouldn't touch the turkey deli meat. I had to get my license renewed (yes, it was late), and then back home for some serious cleaning of that back room. Zoey was here for 8 hours, two of which we ate or goofed off. Both back rooms look a lot better and I have to go through some stuff, but other stuff is gone.
Kim is now in that back room, out of the crate, with a heater, several beds, a cat tree, and she is inconsolable. I thought at first that she liked the other room. I made Several trips back and forth holding her. She really just missed me and lost her faith.
Back to her new digs: She may have had low blood sugar, so I fed her through the tube, and after a while she was better. I placed her on the new tree and help her there while I slowly pushed the food through the syringe. Then I just held her. And petted her. She finally calmed down and purred away.
Spunky ws trying to get in, and that did not help her temperament.
When the oil radiating heater started gurgling, she took note. I even left her my t-shirt I was wearing as a woobie.I'ts okay, it's hot pink and it clashes with my new hair color. (I like it, but do not ask. It is a long story.)
In short, Kim will be a lot of work. She has lost her self-confidence. She needs frequent check-ins with lots of love.It's a good thing my schedule is flexible this year.
Purrayers and Pawsitive wishes needed.![]()
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