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Originally Posted by BookCat
Thanks for the hug. He has suspected FIP, which, ironically, is a mutation of feline coronavirus. It's impossible to definitively diagnose. Cydric is 12, far too young to meet Bastet, but older than cats with FIP usually are. I just wish he would eat!
I've been veggie for 40 years, since my second year of uni. Initially I would sit with some veggie cookbooks every friday night and suss the week's menu, then go out and shop for the week on the saturday. After a year of this I cooked instinctively.
When I lived in the aforementioned area, there were shops just round the corner which sold groceries and veg - I went there almost every day and chatted to the shopkeepers.
When I rescued a colony of feral cats one winter, I needed so much cat food that it was easier to do online supermarket shopping. That's when the muesli fetish began. Most of the veg didn't keep and I became too lazy to walk up to the corner shop.
Unfortunately, where I live now the only small shop doesn't sell veg. There's a Tesco not far away, but I doubt they have any veg at the moment. I'm waiting for the panic buying to be over, assuming cupboards get too full to buy any more.
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Ah, when I was about twenty I got a deadly ill cat, because my mom had a property management company and one of their tennants died. Turned out she had about 150 cats in her flat
and I was voluteered (very much against my will, because I knew how it would end!) to clean litter boxes. You hadn't finished pouring fresh litter into a box when one of the cats hopped in to use it. They were all desperate to find a fresh one. It really is true the poor things hate to share the litter boxes. Right the very first day when I wanted to leave there sat one cat in my handbag. So off it went with me. The poor thing was so ill, I dreaded going home after work because I always feared she'd lie dead on the floor. I try to remember what it was she had, but I can't. I think it was FIV, not sure though. Anyway, she made it and was adopted by our housekeeper. It was apparently love at first sight. When I went to visit, the cat saw me enter their flat and ran with a swoosh under the bathtub. She really was afraid I came to take her with me.
The cat went everyday to the bus stop to meet our housekeeper after work for the rest of her life. :-)
He won't eat because it either hurts him or he dreads throwing up. Can you hand feed him little bits? Or try to top it with some vitamin or malt paste, usually they love the stuff. My last resort is a thin veneer of leberwurst, works a charm every time.
Try the Tesco, I think you'll be surprised. The supermarkets here a full of produce, they only lack canned food, rice, flour etc. and toiletpaper.
I tried being a veggie a couple of times in my life. First time was in 1983, when I was 19. I was friends with some Reggae musicians and they tried to change my eating habits. But the cravings always got the best of me. But I never gave up trying and I hope it sticks this time.