Christmas Eve service at church was very lovely, and we enjoyed spending time at Carol's afterwards. We came home close to midnight, to find Bodacious still in the nest we'd made for him in the kitchen (the warmest room in the house and a favorite of all furry friends because of the radiant heat in the floor). He hadn't touched his water or his food. But he looked at us a little more brightly and wasn't crying.
On Christmas morning we saw the light at the end of the tunnel. He'd roused himself enough to use his box, and by later in the morning he was drinking a little water. The drugs that we were giving him were beginning to work. Expecting a full and busy day, complete with a toddler and a dog, we moved Bo and his nest, box, and dishes into our bedroom.
We so appreciate the prayers of so many readers on behalf of our kitty. He is doing well! Still isn't eating, but is drinking water and wandering around more. We are confident that he is going to recover from his pancreatitis. The challenge now, of course, that he is feeling better, is completing the course of antibiotic pills that must go down his froat a couple of times each day. While we don't really appreciate the hissing, scratching, and biting that accompany the administration of same, we are thankful that he is doing all of these things. Because on Tuesday, he was not.