It’s been a while since I had seen him but I’m starting to figure out his various chilling-out spots on the neighboring street. He still recognizes me, doesn’t panic when I pick him up and I think he also starting to equate the brief car ride with food. As soon as he sees my house, he hops out of my car and runs to the front door. I promised Somara Miguel is not allowed in the house so I have to push him over the fence, then run to the back porch to let him know food is on the way. His appetite remains voracious so we maybe the only square meal he’s managing. Miguel has gotten skinny again yet he has a good attitude.
I wish Miguel could be my cat until he passes because I want the poor guy to be comfortable until he dies which will probably happen sooner than anyone wants due to his HIV+ status. It’s not very fair since he’s a friendly little stinker.