Where, oh where has my pussy cat gone?

It’s not so much that Pumpkin has gone anywhere, but that the Pumpkin we have at the moment is nothing like the Pumpkin we used to have… She really is a poorly pussycat. You may remember that I was happy to see the “old” Pumpkin back about a week ago. Unfortunately, that was only a brief appearance.

Soon after, she started to go downhill again: just sitting, breathing heavily, and hiding from us. She wasn’t interested in food or cuddles, and she showed no curiosity about anything. I took her back to the NiceVet, who prescribed more drugs. Of course, it’s difficult getting her to take these. We crush them up and mix with cream cheese, and then I try to smear most of it on the roof of her mouth. She hates this and tries to run off, so I grab her and it becomes stressful and her breathing gets worse. And I get a bit weepy and it all becomes very messy! And now every time I approach her to stroke her, she eyes me very suspiciously, thinking I’m going to try to force more Stuff in her mouth.

She seems to be smaller than she was. Never a big cat (though her tummy was a bit paunchy) she seems to have retreated into herself. Mr D keeps saying that the drugs will take time to work, that there has been improvement, that she’s looking a little perkier. All I see is a cat that isn’t Pumpkin as we know and love her.  She used to trot in and bring us toys, meeowing so we’d throw them and she could race after them. Now she looks listlessly at Knitted Mouse and sighs heavily.

Where, oh where has my PussyCat gone?

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