Pat isn't eating

Because cats can empty their stomachs voluntarily, for some people they have a reputation for throwing up a lot. Penny has been demonstrating this talent lately in yakking up hairballs (the hairballs are all that come up, nothing else); I ought to give her some hairball remedy. I will never again, though, consider frequent yakking to be “normal” or “typical” in a cat.
I wonder how common this is among cats? How many cats have this incubating in them? How to find out before it activates and starts destroying blood cells?

Because I’m gone from home for so much of the day, I don’t see exactly who is eating what. I’m giving Pat her appetite stimulant along with her antibiotic and its water chaser, but she isn’t as clearly hungry as she was when I gave it to her before. She also slept at the foot of the couch last night. She seemed to feel better when she got home from the vet, but she had just gotten an anti-nausea shot and didn’t start her antibiotic until bedtime. I know that humans sometimes feel ill from taking antibiotics. Myself, I can’t tolerate azithromycin or Augmentin. The first one keeps me in the bathroom constantly, and the second gives me stomach pains that are worse than the discomfort of whatever ailment it was prescribed to treat. Perhaps the doxycycline has taken the edge off Pat’s appetite.
Still, she must be eating something. She’s energetic enough to climb and bounce around the furniture, and the insides of her ears are still white. (If they turn yellowish, that’s bad, because it means liver problems.) She’s not still and limp like poor Solange. If I could have afforded to give The Flagship University of My State US$1000 for a blood transfusion at their vet school, she might have pulled through. We’ll never know, now.

The insides of Pat’s ears are naturally white, Buttons. It’s part of her coloration, not a symptom of the disease.

Buttons, on the day that Solange died, the entire inside of her mouth was white–gums, tongue, and roof.

Pat ate a small bowl of cat treats last night. Nobody seems to be eating much of anything when I’m away. Penny makes the rounds of all the wet food bowls, so I’m going to have to do something about that or she’s going to weigh 20 pounds. I know Pat likes the crunchy stuff better; Kit seems to like both.

Pat got into the dryer this morning as I was taking out my work clothes (not allowed), so she must be feeling better. She did something else that was cute rather than dangerous. After I give her the doxycycline, I have to give her a syringe of water to make sure the pill gets washed out of her esophagus. I keep a cup of water on the table for this purpose, and Pat has started to drink directly from it. This morning the cup needed more water in it, so I filled it from my water bottle, and she purred as I was doing it!