IT'S A CRIME! (OR A MYSTERY...)

Oscar...

... to all you out there who care and are interested (and MANY thanks).

He is now at the vet's and his prognosis is not good.  Indeed, I have to decide on his future life and there seems to be little hope.

I imagine that tomorrow, I will hold him in my arms while I let him go.  And I hate the thought, but it has to be.  I will not let my darling boy suffer more than he has to.

I will tell his wonderful story later.

The above pic is Oscar in his prime; the way I want to remember him and the best cat that I could ever have had.  As I write, he is skin and bones, with no resources to fight an infection.  I feel for him and dread tomorrow morning.

How to get a (potential) anorexic cat to eat? Help please.

  This is an old pic of of my little darling Oscar, circa 2005, but he remains the same today, until yesterday, that is...

When we got a new vet on 2 Jan this year - a 'best practice' if never there was one - Oscar's new vet referred to him as 'anorexic', to which I took immediate offense.  He is a slimline Siamese, but he can can control his weight with ease, eating up to three pouches of cat food per day, with what seems like hollow legs.

But I also remember one of Thatcher's thoughts: it was good to have an added half-stone to cover you when ill, as an adult human being.  I subscribe to that theory, especially given a New Year's Eve party I went to in my early twenties.  Many there, including me, admired one girl's figure.  But when the party-food salmonella infestation hit, she was the one who was in hospital for a week or so, on a drip.  She had no reserves to call on.  But that's an aside.

Oscar does not have reserves and it only takes a day or two, max, for him to look truly anorexic.  And this is him now.