We went a spent some time with Smudge this weekend.
Even though I know he is happier and less stressed, I miss the little guy and the way he would just cuddle and stretch out with me on the couch. Everytime I go and see him and sense how fearful and reluctant he is to stay in the same room as us, it breaks my heart a little more. But enough about me...
Smudge is doing really well. He has obviously plateaud and the sub-q fluids are working their magic. He has a nice layer of muscle on his ribs and his hind quarters are no longer bony. His new sister has been changed permanantly too. She no longer hides when anyone comes for a visit. The MIL says she is a completely different cat. I will try and get some pictures of him. At least ones that do not involve crouching down on my knees and peering under the MIL's bed. That's Smudge favourite hiding spot.
Purrs to all.