Well, the perch came down. Dad got home yesterday and mom told him I'd tried several times to climb it, even though they'd blocked off the bottom step. I managed to get up it at one point, and ended up falling off the perch, which pretty much put an end to that.
I don't do so well as far as landing on all fours anymore. The perch steps are laying over in the corner right now, and dad decided to use the actual perch for a raised step in front of my litter box since I've been having difficulty getting into it and back out.
They slept on the futon mattress on the floor again, and, though dad slept a little better I must've kept mom up because when dad woke up around four she had gone back into the bedroom.
Dad called the doctor yesterday, and they said sure, they could do the whole admitting/IV/meds thing all over again, but they could not promise any better or different results. This is how it goes with wrinkly old unreliable kidneys. My labs weren't all too positive when they released me last time, though I think everyone was hopeful.
They said we could continue the subcutaneous fluids three times a week and maybe even up it to every other day, and at this point anything I'll eat is fine (I got to enjoy real tuna last night!).
I swear, between the sudden sadness and sniffling around here and all this "just make him comfortable" talk- where the hell do they think I'm going?!