Maybe I should call this the distemper journal for awhile, because I will be concentrating solely on keeping these cats as healthy as possible.
I have to operate on the premise that my home is invaded with the virus. It isn’t “contained” upstairs as I had hoped. It is everywhere. I feel when I am walking around town like Typhoon Mary so contaminated. It’s not a good feeling.
Last night when I went to bed, it was with tears in my heart. I didn’t think that Bentley was going to be alive this morning. He was dispensing poo out his rear end like a poo faucet. It was a spigot, I couldn’t turn off.
I was lying on the couch early this morning. I have Bentley in the living room- elevated off the floor in a rather large cage. I heard him use the litter box! I smiled in the darkness, distemper kittens usually don’t make it to the litterpan in time. I flung myself off the couch and turned on the lights waking Mike in the process. I removed the blanket over the cage and saw some formed stool in the pan- not all the way formed- but there was some! I looked back into the end of the cage and Bentley was eating!
He is passing some blood which is expected in cases of distemper. It is bright red which is a good sign and there isn’t that much of it to raise the alarm bell. He seems to have that warrior in him.
I went out and bought every cat food (canned) known to man. I will give him some of each until I find the one that tempts his taste buds. Until then, he will get between 30-50 ml of subcu three times a day. he has a pet fountain in the cage, but has not touched any of the water. I wonder what it is about this virus that makes these cats so thirsty, yet they cannot drink?
I know the lesions adhere to the soft tissue of the lining of the stomach and start working their way through the tissue to gain access to other parts of his body. I can only do my best and hope it is good enough to keep this kitty of courage in this world and get him past this dreadful disease.
I did find out yesterday if I paint the upstairs- that will help to stop the virus because it is planted into the drywall. i need to see if I can come up with enough funds to do that although my fear is going upstairs will bring the virus back downstairs with me no matter how many bleach steps I set up on the stairs below..sigh…like I said, Typhoon Mary