“Steve tricked me with food…again!”
Just when I had given up hope on ever seeing this little rascal and cancelled his free follow up at the vet, I found him resting in the cat bed I bought him this morning. Miguel mewed a couple times to say hello. So I locked him up again, changed his litter box, gave him some food and water, got dressed and had him boarded over the weekend. The pet hospital had a couple emergencies this morning but I was counting on keeping him around for the weekend anyway. I even paid the extra two bucks/day to give him the window view into the lobby from upstairs.
Miguel seemed to be improving. He wasn’t as thin as I remembered which means he might be coming around when I’m not watching to eat. All this time I was suspecting the Siamese cat I’m also trying to catch. Not sure if he was purring out of happiness or fear. Regardless, I’m doing what I can to make his final years pleasant because outdoor cats have short lifespans and strays are even lower, about four years.
Love the photo!