Musashi's Coming Home

Moosh has spent the last day and a half charming the staff at the vets, he'll be coming home today.

A few people had commented recently that he was looking a little less chunky than usual. We thought he might have lost a little weight but didn't think much of it and anyway he was due for the usual once yearly booster jabs and check up within a few weeks.

Turns out he'd lost more weight than we realised. Enough to indicate there might be something seriously wrong.

Thursday morning saw me outside the vet's at 08:15 on the dot, alternatively looking at the time and ringing the doorbell. Two minutes later I was walking to work and Moosh was being prepared for a series of tests to work out what was wrong. We're still waiting for confirmation of the cause from a biopsy taken by the vet but the expectation is that the problem is treatable.

Moosh has just taught me the difference between being aware of something and really knowing it.

When you get a cat there is an awareness that they don't live for ever. That, all things being normal, the cat will die before you do, but it isn't something that goes beyond awareness until that day looms. It loomed this week but then, fortunately, loomed off again into the distance.

By the end of today we should be a two cat household again (though I still haven't heard from the vet).

Moosh will be on a special diet and his treatable illness will result in him getting more treats than usual.  Our shopping list for tonight already has fish, prawns, chicken and expensive cat food on it and there's a pheasant already defrosting in the kitchen (hidden in the oven so Penny doesn't try and get it before its cooked).