My sister's husband has a cat named Peanut. My sister calls him Wretched. He has Diabetes, and needs insulin daily. During the summer, he has to go to the vet to be kenneled while my B-I-L is traveling for work. Now the cat has cancer. Last week the cat spent nine days at the vet while my sister went to Aruba (
). As soon as the cat got home, he would not eat, drink, or go to the bathroom. He was vomiting green. Back to the vet for several days of observation. It was a hairball. He got an enema, fluids for dehydration, and his blood sugar re-regulated. The cat will probably die at the vet's this summer. Everyone thought that he should have been put down when he got diabetes. Now we all think the man is insane. He doesn't want to say goodbye, and put the cat out of its misery. He wants to stick his fingers in his ears, and say, "la la la la la la la la!!"
Yes, I see the attraction. I also see that the cat has been mean for years (he will tear you apart!!) and is not worth the money!!!
Sorry. You guys are talking about sick cats, and I just spoke to my sister.

Yes, I see the attraction. I also see that the cat has been mean for years (he will tear you apart!!) and is not worth the money!!!
Sorry. You guys are talking about sick cats, and I just spoke to my sister.