He vanished a few days back, probably pissed off at the indignity and pain of castration, and sneezing and wheezing from a cat cold or flu. I searched all over the neighborhood-“kitty, kitty, kitty”- but cats know how to hide and I still don’t know where he went. I was feeling pretty down. Never give your heart to a stray cat-they come and go.
But Thursday he came dragging up to his porch much the worst for wear with the developed respiratory illness-sneezing, runny nose and eyes, general malaise and lethargy. A trip to the vet for antibiotic injection and he is some better, confined to the garage again for a few days.
Today and yesterday he was more lively, eating and drinking again, so it looks like he’s healing. He’s also now much more affectionate. So I guess it’s true that ‘fixing’ a male cat does make him a better pet. Here he is leaving stir. Having him back makes me not want to lose him again so I hope Yellowboy stays.
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