So poor old Fred has come to me, though they reckon he's actually only about 8. He nearly broke my heart when I saw him - he should be a big black furry lad, but he's skinny and scabby and was so badly matted that they've had to shave most of the fur off his back. His eyes are gummy and he's having chloramphenicol in them twice a day, and he's in desperate need of a dental as well as neutering, but needs a couple of weeks to fill out a bit before they'll operate. His teeth are all broken up at the front, and the vet reckoned he's been kicked in the face. He's also tested positive for FIV.
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The worst thing is just how he is, he's the saddest cat I've ever met. It's like he's just given up, If you go in to see him, he just sits and trembles, barely moves at all. I didn't even have to grab him to do his eye drops this morning ........ he pulled away a bit but just let me do it. He does respond very slightly if you stroke him though .... his head tips just a fraction towards you if you stroke his ears.
However, he's eaten everything I've given him, and he did eventually find his way into his little heated house last night. I left the big side door open until he found his way in, then locked him in there this morning. He did manage to find his own way out through the cat flap to go and sit in the sun today, so I'm hoping he manages to get back in through the flap again tonight as it gets colder. With all his fur missing, I'm worried about him getting cold.
I really hope he settles in OK and begins to realise he's somewhere safe. I hate to think what he's been through.
