Tabby cat (not the tabby with socks) was weak last night, probably a side effect of the antiparasitic med I gave him. He was just out of it and I was afraid he would die the next day. I brought him liempo bone that he just sniffed and ignored while his siblings were greedily gnawing at theirs.

I was desperate. I forced it to take Vit C via syringe and reconstituted powdered filled milk, via syringe as well. Twin I and I patiently force-fed it with milk—the only thing I knew that saved Kimchi when she was about that age and was just newly adopted by us, fresh from the storm drain. Kimchi also suffered from infections that time and had to be inserted with IV because she was in really bad shape.

Anyway, I patiently made sure Tabby was fed and given strength. Towards midnight, he was strong enough to go down the stairs and interact with mommy cat.

Now, he’s running around like nothing happened. 😊 (See photo above, he’s the skinny one).

He probably vomited or had diarrhea because of the antiparasitic med I gave him. His other siblings didn’t have the same reaction so they were fine and were running around the utility area and barren garden. The dosage might have been too much (0.5 ml).

I took a break outside to snack on junk food. I know it’s bad but it’s Friday and I’m not going anywhere.

And this is the last story I am editing for this week. So far, so good. No drama, no skirmishes with boss.