Surprising to realize that I haven’t put up a diary in several years, the last one being about the death of Mingus’s litter-mate, Monk. Mingus is now 17 with kidney disease. He was ailing a year ago, at stage 4, and we weren’t sure he would last much longer. He had lost about 7 pounds and seemed very frail. The vet suggested that we try giving him CBD, having heard that some cats respond well to it.
Apparently Mingus is one of those cats. Within 8 weeks of starting him on twice daily .5ml doseages of VET-CBD (available from dispensaries — and that’s a different story because we can’t get the cat a letter and send him in to buy it for himself), he had walked back from what looked like terminal stage 4 to a middle stage 3. Also, his weight had stablized. He’s a little over 9 pounds and pretty lively. He’ll do a few runs around the downstairs every day, and a few runs up and down the stairs as well.
We’re feeding him like 15 times a day, and at any time there may be 6 or 7 bowls of food out around the place. Yes, we know that it’s supposed to kill the predator instinct if you don’t pick up the food, but we’re happy to have him eat whatever he wants whenever he wants it. So it’s not unlike him to take a few bites from one bowl and then move to another and then another. It’s also not unlike him to wake one of us up at 4 am for more food — even though there are bowls everywhere.
My wife and I are completely in his thrall. Make no mistake that he runs the entire household. But he is a sweet boy. He spends a lot of time in my wife’s lap. Sometimes he lies on the pillow between us on the sofa. He sleeps a lot otherwise, but I guess that’s to be expected.