It's been nine days now since my chemo and I feel very good. On the third and fourth days after the chemo, I started feeling a bit out of sorts and ate less kibble than I usually do; and on Saturday morning I got Daddy a little worried because I woke him up in the middle of the night and three times I jumped into the tub next to the faucet and each time Daddy let the water drip but I just sat there and stared at it and didn't drink anything. And after coaxing me for over half an hour Daddy finally got me to eat some wet kibble; and then I climbed into my cat tree and sat there and stared at Daddy:
but I never had any diarrhea or any vomiting, and after a couple days I got my full appetite back, and for the last few days I've been very energetic and even playing with some ribbon:
And I've been eating kibble and drinking water from my fountain:
Then I had another visit to the Carlton Vet on Wednesday afternoon, and Dr Miller took a measurement of the lump on my leg and it hasn't grown any further, which is good, and he took my weight, and I had lost quite a bit of weight, since I'm now only 5.92 kg (which is about 13 pounds), which means I've lost almost a whole pound since my biopsy all those weeks ago, but the doctor wasn't terribly surprised since most animals do lose some weight after chemo because we lose our appetites. And then the doctor wanted to take a blood sample from me, and he took those electric clippers and shaved my neck AGAIN, just when I had almost finished growing my fur back there! And I was so tired of having doctors poke at me that I threw a proper fit when Dr Miller tried to take my blood, and I hissed and I yowled like my brother Gerald used to, so the nurse had to put me in that burlap bag again, and I wriggled my head out of the hole in the bag since I didn't want them to get me, but I couldn't escape them, and they got my blood in the end. But Uncle Kevin congratulated me for showing that I had some gumption, and he would have been more worried if I had been docile for the doctor, and I'm sure the doctor would have preferred me docile, but I'm feeling well enough these days to make everyone know that I am sick of vets!
And the vet called Daddy today to say that my blood test came back OK and there were no adverse reactions to the chemo, so my next chemo session will be on Tuesday June 1, which is a little less than two weeks away. Meanwhile Daddy is spoiling me with chicken treat and fishy treat and long snuggles and kibble on demand...
And I still have my whiskers!