Tig update: Goofus and Doofus

I caught a major Tig goofball moment by sheer accident the other day. He jumped on my chair, which is currently covered in a fleece blanket with pictures of cats that I picked up somewhere for like, ten bucks. He hasn’t gone near a blanket or anything resembling a blanket in weeks and weeks. For some reason, he’s afraid of them now. But he checked out my chair once I got out of it, something he also used to do on a regular basis and doesn’t anymore (Gracie has picked up the ball with a vengeance; she gets into my chair half a dozen times a day when I get up to get a drink of water, or a snack, or just to stretch my legs).

This is what I got: Tig the Goofus.

Sarah came over and helped me get 200 ml of fluid into Tig today. He picked up quite a lot in the next few hours, including going outside for long enough to make me realize I didn’t see him any longer and get off the phone to go search for him. He came when I called. He usually does. He doesn’t run any longer, but that’s understandable. I also have a little movie of him that I’ll get up in the next week or so. I have a busy weekend planned, and a busier work week.

Anyway, considering that his uptick always follows an injection of sub-q fluids, I called the vet and asked if I can give tig 100 ml a day instead of 200 ml every other day. He said yes. Sarah’s in the neighborhood tomorrow anyway, so we’re going to see if getting fluids every day makes a difference. He barely ate at all yesterday, and he ate a couple of times today. Plus, he purred. I couldn’t get him to purr yesterday.

I suspect my readers who aren’t interested in my cat posts are going to get mighty tired of these updates. Scroll past if you’re one of them, because they’re going to be a part of my blog until Tig is no longer a part of my life.