She loved the mince and ate about three quarters of a large tablespoon with relish. I had to put a little into her mouth first, then she dug in.
She's looking better in herself: more alert, in better condition; but her back legs still aren't under her control. Strange, she's stopped circling and her front legs seem much better, but when she uses her back legs they sort of splay to the sides.
She's eating well - I'm still having to stuff the turkey into her mouth, raising it doesn't seem to help - but hiding and sleeping lots when she's in the lounge. Having said that, she's just popped out and walked across the lounge slowly. I'm sure she's got more control of her back legs
Day by day she seems to be improving. (Touch wood)
I know I have to lose her sometime and I'll never be ready, but not yet.
She's just walked slowly and steadily into the kitchen and is having a drink.
I'm taking her back to the vet on wednesday. I hope the improvement continues and isn't just a temporary thing.
Strangely, taking care of a poorly cat is bringing out the best in me. The washing up has never been so regularly done. It's galvanised me into action.
It was so sweet last night. I was watching a video of Garfield in the lounge with Polly on my lap, when Sam jumped up and washed Polly's back, then settled, resting her chin on Polly. We all fell asleep together and woke at about 2am, Polly purring away.
Sam's loving the new diet.