Well, we have our first weekend of insulin injections under our belt and so far so good. We've already noticed that his water consumption is down and we are cleaning out the litter box less. Lucky for us, he's a very chill cat and doesn't really react at all to the injections. We usually do it right after he started eating, while he's still eating, because he's a one track kitty and when food is around the rest of the world doesn't exist. He pauses as the injection is going in and then goes right back to digging in.
It was a trying weekend in terms of having to switch his food times around so that he is being fed while one of us is home to do the injection....usually this does not bode well for me because I am the one he comes to annoy when he's hungry. This was the exact scenario that played out on Friday/early Saturday. He woke me up at 4a for his 7a feeding using a variety of his techniques. Initally, there's the forlorn meowing...then he will move onto putting his cold nose on my face. Then, if there is still no response, he will start moving things around on my night stand until I get so annoyed that I start waking up Morgan so he can deal with it! It's times like those that I tend to refer to Boigie as 'your cat' and muttering things like 'you deal with this' :)
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