Mad Cook
Master Chef
Two years ago I took in a beautiful tabby and white cat because his owners could no longer keep him. He was very friendly and cuddly but had indoor issues, preferring to live outside and come in for food and a cuddle
It turned out that in the summer he slept in next door's greenhouse and in addition to the food he was eating "at home" he was sneaking through next door's cat flap and stealing their cat's food. He was more than happy with this and we suspected he also dined elsewhere.
As winter came on and the greenhouse was no longer open and he would only come into my house for the evening, the neighbours began to find him in their house in the morning at breakfast time. Eventually we discussed it and it was decided that he would go and live with them. Despite this he continued to wait for me when I got home from the stables and come in for a snack and a snooze on my bed but eventually I had to start rationing the tuna as next door said he was having trouble getting through their cat flap due to his spreading figure.
This summer he has reverted to type and sleeps in the greenhouse. I'd noticed that he's looking scruffy but put this down to living outside but he was also having difficulty chewing and was losing weight. I was about to ask if I could take him to the vet to have his teeth looked at when next door came round to say she had taken him and he has a tumour in his mouth and nothing can be done for him. Not only is he having difficulty eating but he can't wash himself. Anyway, he's on anti-inflammatories and on Friday he's going to the vets to be "put to sleep".
Such a shame because he's a lovely cat but he's about 9 years old so probably at an age when a lot of painful and probably pointless treatment would be unkind. We'll both miss him
It turned out that in the summer he slept in next door's greenhouse and in addition to the food he was eating "at home" he was sneaking through next door's cat flap and stealing their cat's food. He was more than happy with this and we suspected he also dined elsewhere.
As winter came on and the greenhouse was no longer open and he would only come into my house for the evening, the neighbours began to find him in their house in the morning at breakfast time. Eventually we discussed it and it was decided that he would go and live with them. Despite this he continued to wait for me when I got home from the stables and come in for a snack and a snooze on my bed but eventually I had to start rationing the tuna as next door said he was having trouble getting through their cat flap due to his spreading figure.
This summer he has reverted to type and sleeps in the greenhouse. I'd noticed that he's looking scruffy but put this down to living outside but he was also having difficulty chewing and was losing weight. I was about to ask if I could take him to the vet to have his teeth looked at when next door came round to say she had taken him and he has a tumour in his mouth and nothing can be done for him. Not only is he having difficulty eating but he can't wash himself. Anyway, he's on anti-inflammatories and on Friday he's going to the vets to be "put to sleep".
Such a shame because he's a lovely cat but he's about 9 years old so probably at an age when a lot of painful and probably pointless treatment would be unkind. We'll both miss him
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