Found some old pictures of our dearly departed Slim. These are from when he first came to us to be fostered (yeah, right) and he was set up in his own room so that he wouldn't come into contact with the other kitties.
He's in there, on the bottom of the kitty pagoda:
Anyway, he didn't care much for other cats at all. Having other cats around stressed him out. So he was good with having his own room.
Turns out he had kidney failure and he seemed pretty ancient and he was stressing out at the shelter and the vets didn't expect him to live much longer (1-2 months) and... so he ended up staying with us (for 20 months!). In this picture, his arm is shaved from being at the vet.
He was not into facing the camera; it was unusual to get a straight-on picture of him bc he always looked away.
And the poor thing, his eyes always seemed so small and far back in their sockets. Not like our other cats' eyes: big and glossy and way out there.
Ah, but no matter. Slimmie will always be beautiful to me.
And now I'm off to CT to bring my mother's cat to the vet for his annual exam. Yay. I sure hope the Budster is in a cooperative mood today.
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