QUOTE(sarah123 @ Dec 18 2008, 08:47 PM)
Sometimes I just don't get my dad!!
We have an old cat (I think she's about 14) who has basically stopped eating for the last week and has obviously lost weight and isn't herself. A similar thing happened to her a few years ago where she literally refused to eat for about a month and we only just managed to save her by force-feeding her. That time, someone took her to the vet, and they didn't come up with anything very helpful apart from a couple of tins of special cat food.
My dad won't accept the possibilty that it could be anything other than the same as last time this time, so won't take her to the vet as 'it's still in the early days so we can't tell yet and it will cause more harm than good anyway because she's very nervous of strangers!'
When I pointed out that it would be better to take her to the vets now rather than to have to pay the emergency call-out fee over christmas, he said that in his experience of 20 years of cat-ownership, they don't go downhill quickly and die slowly over the course of a year or so, so there's no urgent hurry
I was particularly surprised he took this approach because given that someone we knew was completely fine in the summer, went to the doctors because they thought they were feeling a bit dodgy and had died within about two weeks. I mentioned this to him, but all it did was get an explanation of how cats are different to people.
I can tell that my mum thinks she should go to the vets too, but she's mainly my dad's cat, so noone wants to go against him.
AAAaaargh still and even more!
Someone did finally take the cat to the vet, and they couldn't find anything wrong with her (so my dad was right in that respect). She hasn't really eaten anything since christmas day and is now literally just skin and bones, can't really support her and we're having to force feed her a mixture of baby food and gloopy cat food stuff. She should get better in the end, as it worked the time this happened before, although I don't remember her being quite this weak.
The stupid thing is that we realised she was going downhill relatively quickly, but my dad insisted on putting out plates and plates of different food to try and tempt her with for ages (she wouldn't take any of it!) because he didn't want to put her through force-feeding again, but all the time, she was just getting worse and worse, and if we'd started straight away, she wouldn't be in this state!
Why do I have to have a relapsed anorexic cat and a dad who goes so out-of-his way to cause no harm to her that he ends up making her worse?!?!