That went well!
All the tricks I learned to make giving fluids a stress-free event worked like a charm for Buddy and he sat still the whole time, eating his catnip (the only thing he has voluntarily eaten). He even stayed on the towel when we were done.
I feel a little better. Getting some fluids in him is a good thing regardless of the final prognosis.
I had to feed Finney catnip the entire time to keep him away from me and Buddy while this was going on. So now Finney is bouncing off the walls, going after every last speck of catnip. He’s insane.
So universe? I could use a miracle now.