Since Paula asked, I weighed Maggie this morning before I left for work: 5lbs 2.2oz. This is 2oz over what she weighed on Friday (1/7). While it's not as much of a gain as I would like, I'll take it.
I spent most of today wondering why she didn't gain more. There's several reasons:
1) After the trip on Monday, she didn't eat much that day. (Too busy bopping people!)
2) I'm back to working so hubby has to feed her. She will not eat as much for him as she will for me.
3) Since she pigs out at night when I feed her, her digestion sometimes gets backed up if she doesn't poop overnight, like it did this morning.
4) She will be a tiny cat (I'm now guessing closer to 6lbs than 6.5), so as she gets near her ideal weight she will slow down eating and gaining.
Seeing her play yesterday and again this afternoon has made me realize just how far Maggie has come. She could hardly walk and now she's pouncing and climbing sofas. She weighed 3.2 lbs and now she's gained nearly 2lbs. She was bald and scalped in spots and now she's getting soft hair. (BTW, she purrs up a storm when I carefully comb her.) But the most touching of all -- she was sad and depressed at times through this ordeal and not she perky, fierce, and in-charge!
And before Paula or someone else calls me an angel or hero, please call yourselves angels. There were times I was depressed or scared about what would happen with her. I sometimes wondered if I saved her from a quick death to only torture her to death by trying to save her. Through all this, you guys were there with comforting words which helped me make it through this whole ordeal. You guys are my angels!