Little Girl has decided she no longer wants to go downstairs to eat. For the life of me I don’t know why.
Instead she stands at the top of the stairs and meows pitifully. She won’t come downstairs no matter how much I beg, and she won’t let me pick her up and take her downstairs.
After one day of this it was all too much for me. I took a bowl of food upstairs to her and sat beside her while she ate. Now she takes all her meals this way.
I have watched closely to see if she might be ill; I’ve noticed no physical signs other than she seems to fear Graybie. So I bought Feliway diffusers and placed them upstairs. I distract the boys to give her some alone time. And when I’m in bed at night she lies close by.
Of course I can’t help but wonder if she, too, has cancer, but what point is there in taking her to the vet? Both Buggie and Bubba had bloodwork done less than a month before diagnosed with cancer, and nothing in their results indicated anything was wrong. Besides, I wouldn’t choose to subject a former feral to invasive medical testing or treatment anyway.
Maybe I’m over-reacting. This month marks one year since Rumpy died and so it’s easy to see how’d I make a mountain out of a molehill.
Anyway, keep us in your thoughts. Thanks.