At the risk of sounding overly sentimental (or very much like a tragic spinster), I’m worried about my cat. For the past few days it’s been like he has a cold — he’s very congested…but now it’s getting worse. He tried to jump up on the bed and didn’t make it…and usually in the mornings when I’m getting ready he comes into the bathroom and meows and meows and drives me crazy until I turn on the hairdryer and he finally quiets down and sits down on the toilet while I finish straightening my hair…but he’s been really quiet the past few days…and when I was petting him tonight I could really feel his spine…and I know that’s not a particularly fleshy part of his body…but he *is* a large cat — the last time I took him to the vet, he weighed in at 22 pounds — and I don’t remember ever being able to feel his spine like that before.
I have a pot of water boiling on the stove to try to make my apartment a bit more humid (my mom’s suggestion to help him breathe easier). But…I’m worried. I have to take him to the vet…but he’s an older cat. And he’s my whole family in New York and I love him more than anything. And I’m afraid of what the vet is going to tell me. He’s the best cat in the world and he’s all I have in this city and I don’t know what I’d do without him.
A friend was catsitting while I was away for the holidays and remarked that he “radiates love.” And it’s true!
Another friend coined the term “Fat-sitting” for watching him while I’m gone.
And a friend visiting from England just posted a photo on Facebook in which he labeled him as “ridiculously oversized cat.” But I think even my skeptical British friend was charmed by him in his own way.
So…if you wouldn’t mind thinking positive thoughts for him and our trip to the vet, I would really appreciate it.