The battle of wits with the cat is ongoing.
I had to take the diabetic cat to the vet about a month ago because it had been over a year since he'd last been, he's old, and is getting picky about what he eats. Which makes it difficult to give him his insulin, because if he doesn't eat enough, he goes into insulin shock. Oh joy.
So the vet says that diabetic kitty is having thyroid issues, so he puts the little booger on thyroid medication. All is fine for a couple of weeks, then the "fun" begins.
The cat started pooping. A lot. And throwing up. A lot. Then he stopped eating. Uh-oh. At first I thought he just didn't like his food, because it's not as if he didn't ever poo and puke where he wasn't supposed to at odd times before. Hell, he's gone on hunger strikes before when he didn't approve of his food selection.
I took the cat back to the vet, and we both assume it's the insulin that's negatively affecting the cat. So I cut back on the insulin dosage. But not on the thyroid medication. Same soopy-poopy problems, so over the weekend I decide to stop giving the cat medication after he crapped on our bed for the second time. This is after the cat decides he's not gonna eat no way no how after I tried to force-feed him on Friday.
Ever try to force-feed a cat? Don't fucking do it.
Today he's still feeling queasy, but I can tell already that he's feeling a little better than he did over the weekend. Once he starts eating on his own again, it's back to the vet yet again.
In the meantime, I'm cleaning up an amazing amount of cat poop.
EDIT: it looks like it's the end of the road for my cat. There's a large mass/growth thingy around his pancreas that's affecting his ability to eat and digest food. Considering his age and condition, the vet doesn't recommend surgery. So we're keeping Lardo as comfortable as possible until the weekend when we have to say goodbye.