I sat Meshach up on the cat tree so I could make the bed. He suddenly turned into this ornery trouble making creature. Now I feel I've given Sage a bad rap all along. It's not him--it's the cat tree that makes them do it!!
Meshach has been doing pretty good with his gingivitis problem, but recently his breath started smelling obnoxiously bad again, so I decided to get him into the vet for a followup. When he started drinking a little more, and visited his litter box a couple more times than normal, I decided to get him in sooner. Yes, I equated two extra times in the litter pan, and actually drinking out of the water bowl (normally he uses the bathroom faucets) as 'excessive' and was sure he was developing diabetes.
So Thursday morning, I took all their food and water away before I left for work. I came home around 2:15 and peeled him out from under the covers, stashed him in the crate and took off. He wasn't a happy camper.
To set my mind at ease the vet did a blood sugar test and he turned out fine. He also gave him another long acting antibiotic shot, a refill for the prednisone and --something new--Chlorahexadine rinse for his mouth. Meshach was his normal sweet self, and endured it all with a long suffering expression on his face, but no acting up.
He seems to be perking up a little, but is very clingy--insisting every time I lay down to plop down near or on my head. This is a little uncomfortable with the hot weather, but it's hard to say no to him.
I haven't started the mouth rinsing yet. I know it's gonna be traumatic for all involved! It has to be done every day too. I guess I better just get at it. It's suppose to help keep the bacteria from building up.