This morning, both Glory Bee and Mason went to the vet’s. Glory has been exhibiting a larger-than-life appetite recently for wet food. To the point that she runs the other cats off their dishes with lots of formidable growls and finishes their share. I tried isolating her in one of the cages, and well, my neighbor called twenty minutes later wanting to know if we were skinning a cat! She was THAT loud in her protests. More alarming to me is the sudden pouchiness of her belly. One side is larger than the other bringing up the possibility of the dreaded FIP. If I try to pick her up (something she usually loves) she turns around and bites me till I put her down. So off to the vet we went.

We talked about the “C” word, but there is only one cancer that exists in the feline world that causes cats to HAVE a big appetite and it is quite rare. Don’t even ask me how to spell it, because I can’t even pronounce it but it has to do with their thyroid gland. He stuck a needle in her belly but there was no fluid- the pouch he feels is somehow connected so it isn’t fluid but something else. Based on her recent history and his findings, I opted for the full blood panel to be run on her in order to get some answers. She very kindly left a large fecal sample in her carrier on the way to the vet (PHEW!) I couldn’t let the windows down because Mason was along for the ride and I didn’t want him to get cold. Mason went for his first distemper shot.

It will be a few days before the results are back, but it was acknowledged that yes, there is something wrong with Glory, just no idea what.

I got home and was standing at the kitchen window to tackle the morning dishes and I looked outside and saw an orange kitty in the yard. At first I thought Charity had gotten out of her cage, but when I did a double take, I saw the unmistakeable smushed in nose of a Persian.

Grabbing a can of cat food, I went outside and as I got closer, he got so aggressive, backing into the blackberry bushes and lunging forward. He is just really scared or he’s a feral Persian which are two words that should never be connected. Kojo came by to see what all the fuss was about, and he lunged at her then vanished into the brush.

I have set up my trap right now with the door open 24/7 and when he comes back and go inside, I will pull the string, remove the stick propping open the trap and catch him. I am sure based on his behavior that he is a tomcat. I will also search and look and talk to others to see if they might have him as a pet, but I am the only one within 3 miles of here that even thinks kindly of cats. He’s pretty, he’s scared and I hope to capture him soon.