For those of you that read this from time to time, you will know that we have had a bumpy road (possibly not the best turn of phrase…) with lovely Fergus. She is a fantastic little cat, has never bitten or attacked me, no matter what I’ve shoved down her throat, in her ears or whatever. She hasn’t even got the claws out on the odd occasion when she’s needed to be bathed (like when she came home covered in motor oil, or rolled in something that was making her ill when she groomed herself). This is the complete opposite to her nemisis, brother George. George will claw you sooner than look at you, evil little sod. If you’re not familiar with Fergus’ story, you can read about the beginning of our horrible few months here.
Looking at her now, it is hard to believe that she has been through such a traumatic time. She races backwards and forwards up the hallway, from one room to the other, leaping up on windowsills and furniture. In the last couple of months though, things haven’t been working smoothly for poor Fergie. She’s been eating fine, but it hasn’t been a pleasant story in the litter tray – to say the least. Intuitively, I feel as though this is a long-term consequence of being run over; her intestines suffered a fair bit of trauma. She has been through just about every test you can imagine, with samples being sent from one end of the world to the other. Thankfully, these tests have all come back negative, except for the last one, which showed that she had a few spirometra (tapeworm) eggs. Apparently the worming medication we routinely give our cats only covers one kind of tapeworm. The pathologist was clear that these were not causing her illness though and has recommended that her intestines be biopsied in several locations. One of the vets at the practice is for this, and the other is against, as am I. She has been through so much that unless her life is in danger, I’m not prepared to put her through another major surgery. While there are some things that still can’t be ruled out (the most worrying being cancer), at the moment, things are pointing towards a food intolerance. So after I spoke to the vet on Sunday I started to give her a variety of food designed for sensitive tummies. Luckily, Miss Fussy-Pants loved it and licked her bowl clean, much to George’s disgust after me promising him that he could have whatever she left. Anyway, on Tuesday, I popped in to the vet’s surgery to pick up some steroids (our last resort to settle her tum) and some tapeworm medication (for both cats). I got home, went to clean out the litter tray and, lo and behold, there was a not-quite-so-horrifically-cow-pat-like present in there. The first time there has been a not-quite-so-horrifically-cow-pat-like present in months. She did an even better presentation a little later in the afternoon, so it wasn’t a one-off, and things have been getting better and better with each visit. I’m hoping that we continue to get improved results with this food because that’s the best and simplest solution for all of us. I think Fergus wants to avoid the steroids as much as I do! Sigh.