All is (still) not well

My human came to visit me again and she and Auntie S were discussing my health, or rather, lack of health.

Auntie S reported to her that I seemed to be eating well, a little too well, actually, but wasn't putting on weight. She said that I have been having a spot of diarrhoea this week, but it was probably a cold coming on, nothing to do with the robust appetite plus no weight gain.

She is thinking DIABETES, not too rare a thing among an aging moggie like me.

I felt my human flinch as she ran a hand on my back. No doubt she was feeling my vertebrae all stick out through my fur. She was shocked, I know.

She whipped out her camera and took pictures of me and I could just read her thoughts: "I better just focus on his face, no long shots of his body because that would really give away his unkempt look."

Auntie S had wiped me down just before my human showed up, but it didn't hide the fact that I have become a cat that can't be bothered to groom.

She told my human she would send me for blood tests again to confirm or rule out diabetes.

Egad. Isn't that the illness where one has to have shots all the time? Maybe it's time for me to check out. This is a miserable existence.

I know my human stares at the pictures of me on the wall in her cubicle at work. I was a handsome boy some time in the past. All pure white (mainly), despite being bathed only once a year.