The Ongoing Saga...

This has lately turned into a blog about my animals, but they're causing all the drama in my life right now, so whatever.

[A brief sidenote: yesterday was our ninth anniversary. I was planning on writing a lovely entry and sharing some photos, but force feeding the cat took up all my spare time.]

The vet was never able to diagnose what's wrong with Meg, but after extensive research on the internet, we think we may have it figured out (thank you internet) and the vet acknowledges that we may be correct. There is no treatment for Hepatic Lipidosis, if in fact that's what it is, other than force feeding until they'll eat on their own, so we're in the same boat regardless.

Yesterday, the vet gave us Oxazepam, a drug he just got in that stimulates the appetite, with the directions to give her two 10 mg capsules daily. Tom gave her one capsule this morning and the effect was almost immediate. From the Feline CRF site:

When giving these tranquilizers to cats, it is extremely important to always keep a close watch on them when the drug takes effect to make sure they don't fall off anything. They may be a bit unsteady, wobbly and uncoordinated as their central nervous system is affected by these drugs.

Yeah, no kidding. She started plowing nose-down through a plate of wet food like a near-sighted drunken college student after an all night pot smoking binge. After we finally took the plate of food away she teetered over to her cat box and crawled inside. I was worried about her drowning in cat litter so I made a bed from rolled up towels and a flannel sheet and put her in it. We were concerned about her reaction so, back to the internet.

Turns out the dose prescribed is enough for an adult human, more than enough for an 8-pound cat. She is currently high as a kite and we're hoping we haven't just managed to kill her.