Sequestered Felines

The kitties have been locked in my second bedroom for the past week and half. I’ve been worried about them getting into the fans and humidifiers the cleaning crew brought. These kitties are completely spoiled: their room has a cat tower for climing up to a window, three cat beds (including a new one for Stella), and an available window and ledge for each adored feline.

Unhappy kitties. Ambush hasn’t been very happy about being locked up. He has been pulling out his hair more than usual. Stella has not been eating well. She has lost weight. I have to pet her and then watch her eat. Even then, she won’t eat a full meal. Kiesha gets upset that she doesn’t have as much attention, but she has adapted overall. No messes on the floor (at least not yet).

Ambush has been doing well on his insulin dose. He is getting two units twice per day. So far, so good. I need to take him back to the vet so he can have another checkup.

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