raincitygirl

That wretched, wretched cat has decided she doesn’t like cooked chicken thigh anymore. And she’s not terribly keen on the Wellness canned food either. I’m not sure how she expects to survive without eating. She ignored the chicken long enough that I had to throw it out, but deigned to eat a few bites of the Wellness this morning, after 24 hours of turning up her nose at all food. I am running out of different foods to try with her. It’s like she thinks she’s Gandhi, or one of the early suffragettes in prison. I will stop at the hipster pet supply store on my way home and buy a few cans of various different brands of food, see if *something* tempts her. The vet said not to vary her diet too much, but the vet failed to take into account the idea that she might go on frelling hunger strike. I may also buy a starter pack of raw food, see if small morsels of that will stir her appetite.

I am getting thoroughly sick of this. Also thoroughly worried, because this is not especially normal behaviour. For five years she scarfed down whatever you put in front of her, and suddenly she’s the pickiest eater who ever picked. To say nothing of the vomiting (oh yes, she's started that again). If she keeps this up much longer, it’s back to the vet for an ultrasound, which she won’t enjoy one bit. I swear, if she turns out to have a terminal disease, I'll break her kneecaps. Except I don't think cats have kneecaps. She's not quite 6, I'm not ready to lose her. If she were 14 or something, I'd be mentally prepared.

Did anybody figure out why on earth UEFA scheduled Bayern v. Porto and Barcelona v. Paris St. Germain at the exact same time? You'd think they'd have had one on Tuesday and one on Wednesday, so people wouldn't have to choose which game to watch. And apparently they were both great games. I am annoyed with Michel Platini right now. I'm sublimating my worry about YMW into annoyance with UEFA, I suspect.