My poor Strider. He was back for 2 1/2 weeks when something funny happened. The other night I fed them, then went to bed. I saw Strider chipper and doing great, dragging a chicken frame into the corner to chow down. Good behavoir.
Sometime during the night I heard some kind of cat heaving, but in the morning, there was no mess anywhere, so it was a mystery. But as the morning wore on, I saw there was no Strider around. I started calling and looking for him, and finally a few hours later found him under our bed. His left side whiskers were bent back hard, so he must have been sleeping hard as well, I figured. I picked him up, and he was just “not himself”. He looked alright otherwise, but was acting sedate, wouldn’t purr, and seemed to be “burping” every once in awhile.
His eyes looked frightened, but his fur looked fine. He didn’t “look sick”. He came downstairs, hung out then in the sunshine streaming through the door windows in the kitchen. He then went upstairs and stayed on our bed late afternoon, and was still there when we went to bed around 10pm. I sat down and held him, and then he started hacking, and ran to the edge of the bed, just dry hacking. His behaviour was just so odd, but then he stopped, jumped off the bed and ran into the hall, that was the last I saw him for a long time. But he ran off “full of life”.
Well the next day I set to looking and looking for him and didn’t find him all day. I was expecting a dead cat if/when we’d find him. Things muddle a bit, and it was this day that was Friday I think. No Strider. Saturday, still no Strider anywhere. I had torn apart every possible place in the house, under beds, in closets, etc.
The only other place he could be was in the crawl space. It was impossible to see in there, as the insulation in the ceiling of the crawl space is all fallen down. It’s not a fun place to go into in any case. I often had gone down there, turned the light on, opened the door and called Strider over and over.
So Saturday, Frank finally went down there in the afternoon, and crawled around and saw him hiding in a far corner, and was able to frightenly chase him to where I could just barely get into the space and grab the cat.
He looked just the same, only more frightened. I was totally happy to see him warm and moving well. Status since then, he’s in the bathroom and hiding behind the toilet, won’t eat or drink. Lethargic, yet not. He doesn’t purr much, only once in awhile. He still has the “burp” thing, and dry heavy cough.
I thought perhaps a bone was stuck from his last meal, or that he’s sick from the food, but no other cat or pup got sick, same food source.
So then I’m thinking whatever it is it’s just HIM, and perhaps a gastrointestinal thing, a gas-x product may help … over gassyness would cause no eating or drinking to be desired, and moaping and sick burpyness. Well, he can’t go on like this for long, without fluids at least.
I took a secondary approach and started giving him yukky cat hairball treatment stuff, “just in case this is a really bad sudden hair ball attack entirely” but it doesn’t make sense, in my many years experience with cats, to have anything like this at all.
I gave Strider the Petromalt that I had lying around from a long ago purchase, I put it on my finger, opened his mouth and shoved it in. It stuck to the roof of his mouth, he didn’t like it, but it forced a swallowing action, and he swallowed it fine. So, perhaps nothing is stuck. He’s just so NOT STRIDER, it’s sad, I don’t know what else to do with him. Bringing him to the Vet isn’t possible.
So, if anyone reading this has any clue as to what’s up or how to help him, please leave comments.
I stroke his fur often, and really massage his sides. Whenever he has that burp thing, is sounds really wet. Whenever he has that coughy hacky thing, it sounds wet, nearly like hacking stuff up, but nothing comes out of his mouth. No throw up, nothing. He’s not pooping or peeing either, not eating of course, since Wednesday night, so I don’t know his bathroom habits on Thursday, Friday or Saturday before we found him in the crawlspace.
So my dear kitty just stays behind the toilet, miserable, but looking pretty. I’m puzzled, but glad he’s still here with me. 🙁