Sleepless
J was out of state on business last night. Bean is not taking it well.
First she barely touched dinner. Second, she did her best to fidget all night long. She sleeps in the bedroom with us-- Nox and Mim try to play with her, but she's too delicate to be left out to "play" unwatched and quickly gets hissing cranky with them.
All night long, she wanted in, she wanted out. She wanted in... The scratching on the door, the headbutts, and scratchy whines two inches away from my face made for lots of 15 minute naps, but not sleep. She woke me up at 5am for breakfast, which I doled out, figuring she must be starving. She took two or three bites and walked away. Woke me up again at 6, hungry. I tried the new Fancy Feast stuff (she has nixed Science Diet). Same deal. Three bites, walked away, crying hungry. Considering that she's actually doing pretty good appetite-wise through chemo, with the exception of week one... I think it's less that it's a medical thing and more of a "WHERE IS MY DADDY I AM UPSET" thing. Still going to watch her and make sure she's using the litter normally, though.
7am, they started these leaf-blower things RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW that sounded like the apocalypse and went on 'til 8, when I FINALLY got some uninterrupted shut-eye. Slept in 'til 10 and woke up with Bean sharing my pillow quietly.
I have noticed she's been licking herself a LOT in the area where she got her last blood draw (she still has a mark). It's about an inch above the weird scabby things. The skin there isn't broken or scabby, but no hair has grown back in that area since she had her belly shaved for her spay, poor baby. I have a good feeling that the vet will put her in a Cone of Shame on Wednesday. Won't that be delightful?
And now, work work work.
First she barely touched dinner. Second, she did her best to fidget all night long. She sleeps in the bedroom with us-- Nox and Mim try to play with her, but she's too delicate to be left out to "play" unwatched and quickly gets hissing cranky with them.
All night long, she wanted in, she wanted out. She wanted in... The scratching on the door, the headbutts, and scratchy whines two inches away from my face made for lots of 15 minute naps, but not sleep. She woke me up at 5am for breakfast, which I doled out, figuring she must be starving. She took two or three bites and walked away. Woke me up again at 6, hungry. I tried the new Fancy Feast stuff (she has nixed Science Diet). Same deal. Three bites, walked away, crying hungry. Considering that she's actually doing pretty good appetite-wise through chemo, with the exception of week one... I think it's less that it's a medical thing and more of a "WHERE IS MY DADDY I AM UPSET" thing. Still going to watch her and make sure she's using the litter normally, though.
7am, they started these leaf-blower things RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW that sounded like the apocalypse and went on 'til 8, when I FINALLY got some uninterrupted shut-eye. Slept in 'til 10 and woke up with Bean sharing my pillow quietly.
I have noticed she's been licking herself a LOT in the area where she got her last blood draw (she still has a mark). It's about an inch above the weird scabby things. The skin there isn't broken or scabby, but no hair has grown back in that area since she had her belly shaved for her spay, poor baby. I have a good feeling that the vet will put her in a Cone of Shame on Wednesday. Won't that be delightful?
And now, work work work.