She’s doing a lot better. Days without barfing, runny poop seems to be firming, and she’s nearly forgiven me for the trauma of the vet visit. I gave up on the metronidazole, because she was NOT HAVING IT!
It is, and I am not kidding, “tutti frutti flavored.” For a CAT? After a wrestling match where she actually tried to bite my thumb when I got that nasty sugary shit near her mouth I conceded, because I couldn’t argue, that’s just disgusting, and was probably unnecessary.
She’s getting back to her normal self. She’s not crazy about the new food, but she’ll grudgingly eat it when she’s hungry enough. Welcome to being a senior cat, girlfriend. We do what we have to do.