In the mornings when I slip into the bedroom and see Torah just lying there, I have to first check and see if she is still breathing. Once she enters the realm of sleep, it takes an act of Congress to wake her up.

I look at her skinny body, how she trembles when she is awake, and even now on the third day after her bath, her fur is still clumpy and sticky looking like she has gotten into Pooh’s honey pot.

She is eating some, she is peeing like a racehorse, but I haven’t found any solids in the pans. I suspect she doesn’t have the energy yet to pass anything, plus her body is so depleted that she has nothing to give the litter box gods at this time.

I wonder, am I doing this cat any favors by keeping her alive? Not that I enjoy making those types of decisions, but I don’t wish to be the type of person who keeps a cat alive for other reasons other than there is hope she will recover. I don’t know if she can overcome the abuse and neglect she has suffered.

In the night, she has moved off the heating pad and taken up a nest on top of the scratching platform. Because of her depleted state, I am still keeping the heater in the bedroom fired up to a higher level. I added more pet fountains in the room today as she is still a bit dehydrated- but again, her skin is tissue paper thin and when I gave her sub cu’s last night, it was horrible. I turned her into a sprinkler and she yowled her discontent to the world. She has NO body reserves at all- nothing for the needle to get into as she is still skin and bones. Poor, sweet girl. I may take her in tomorrow to see Ben and get his thoughts on her. He has always shot straight with me and if he tells me the time is up, then I will leave her for the angels. I cannot understand how ANYONE can declaw- let alone four paw declaw! I just want to find her original owner and chase them till their heels smoke!