Phew, he's home,
alive.
He's lost another 1lb in weight though
but he's hanging in there at 3.75kg, not as little as he looks so Neil is positive he will still be fine throughout our hols. (We leave on Wednesday).
Bless his heart, Chubby did a wee in his carrier so we got the long hoped for sample after all
All completely normal - inc no sign whatsoever of diabetes. Also, no worrying lumps or bumps, no nasty blood level readings, good heartbeat, no respiratory or mouth/gum infection, great teeth (what's left of them) in fact apart from a little discrepancy on his liver function, he's utterly normal
The liver is a worry, though not an immediate one, as although it might be signifying degerative disease, it's not likely to take him down rapidly. The only other thing may be an unseen tumour sapping his calorie intake. That may mean ultrasound tests when we get home, but his weight loss is slow and steady (he's marked out a graph for me so I can see what rate he's losing weight) so isn't something we need to be troubled about.
So, yet another idiopathic cat. I'm getting quite good a reading Neil's face when he's about to deliver the news that actually he doesn't know what's going on
Prescription is now kitten food and lots of it - and try to keep Sylvester's nose out of the trough.
I've been to PaH and spent a small fortune on JW kitten food, a new litter tray and 3for2 Dreamies, kitten grade cat milk... you name it, I've got it. OH doesn't need to know, OK?
I texted our wonderful catsitter to give her the good news, and now I'm thinking of going back to bed - having prepared myself for the worst (and shed a few tears overnight) I'm now thrilled and exhausted.
As I write here, Chubster is stuffing his face on Turkey flavoured kitten food from James Wellbeloved (I think even Sly will have trouble getting a look in there!), whilst staring at me over the rim of the bowl with that "How very DARE you" look.
A small celebratory banana dance, I think