Today Miguel had his surgery before I turn him back loose into the “wild” known as unincorporated Pflugerville. Since he’s a stray and not big on human contact, the vet had to do his blood tests while unconscious. The bad news turned up through this. Poor Miguel has the cat version of AIDS and leukemia. I asked if he should be put to sleep, the verdict was no, he may go on to have a full life…for an outdoor-only cat.
Currently he’s recovering in a big cage on our porch until the pain relievers run out in a few days. I’m providing Miguel plenty of water, dry food and a litter box to give him some dignity. The long-term goal I’m hoping for is that I can conditioning him into trusting me and he’ll keep hanging around bc I’ll always feed him until he passes away.