Super Creamie! I think he's feeling better. Creamcycle update.

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The adoptive cat, Creamcycle, nicknamed Creamie and I have had quite a time. He had the worst gastro-intestinal system any cat could have. Baby, my first alley cat, ate out of garbage cans from the Health Food Store and restaurants. Freshly thrown out food. He wouldn't eat real garbage. Maybe more fat and salt than a cat should have, but pretty fresh stuff. Creamcycle came to me dying. He would throw up everything and when something did make it to the other end, diarhea (spelling?). So three trips to the vet, three anti-biotics later and following him around for a week so see what he was getting into (country cats don't have the options city cats have, when they get into garbage cans, people are usually cleaning their fridges out, so I had to wrestle moldy, mildewy, and half rotted stuff away from him). Then I started feeding him mature food because he had slowed down and I fed on demand. That way he wouldn't go searching for garbage, He got fat like a skunk ready for winter, my husband complained so I put him on weight management food. Creamie has gone from walking two steps and flopping, to walking a few steps and lowering himself down. Big accomplishment. I saw him run a foot one day, bigger accomplishment and it was so funny. Leaves kept hitting him in the back of the head and he was like "OK, who did that?" Then one got him in the face and the chase was on. Until he ran over the leaf and "where did it go?" Then one day my husband exclaimed, "He jumped onto the couch instead of reaching up and trying to pull himself up!" Then he normally scratches outside, so I thought he was just going to scratch the well house. He scaled it! He went up it soooo fast. Ran and got my husband. Good thing I did, he was afraid to come down. My husband is tall enough to reach him and take him down. Now he jumps, runs up and down stairs, climbs, he's gone from invalid creamy to SUPERCREAMIE!