... is worse than taking care of a sick kid.
Asher is very ornery to begin with. Even when he was a baby he didn't like to be cuddled very much. Typical cat. I'll get to his adoption another day.
I've found myself concerned with cat urine. Yep. If he doesn't pee, then he could be blocked again which could lead to his death. Great. I think he already used a few of his lives before I took him to the Vet on Friday morning. He may have 4 left. If I'm lucky.
I have 6 different medicinal type pills/powders to give him plus a fluid drip. I get to inject my cat. GREAT. It's not as bad as I thought it would be, but it is weird to pierce him. I don't have to find a vein or anything. Just right under the skin. Then I have to keep him in one spot as his skin gets a water bubble. This is to ensure he gets enough fluids in his body, as his kidneys are still recovering from his blockage.
I get to squash up the pills he needs and add them to turkey baby food. I then put it in a syringe tube to feed to him, otherwise he won't eat it. Or eat anything at all.
Like I said, he's very ornery. He likes to wiggle around. So naturally, I (and Asher) have all kinds of medicated baby food on us. I hope that about 75% made it into his mouth.
He's harder to take care of than a kid because a kid actually understands you when you tell them "this will make you feel better."
So. For at the very least, my next week will be consumed with checking the cat's litter box, piercing him with a needle to give him fluids and shoving pills and food down his throat. I wish he would just understand that I'm trying to help!