Au is now 100% recovered from his hepatitis and thanks to the RETROMAD1 medicine he took, his immunity is now high again.
As a result of this rude health, the little remaining food discipline in our house has vanished.
We used to pride ourselves on having cats who knew the difference between their plates and ours, and who respected our eating hours. T-man and me ate in solitary splendour.
How times have changed! After spending the first few months of this year saying, "I don't want it, I'm not hungry, leeve me alone..." Au is now permanently on the lookout for food.
If you have a plate, Au is there, monitoring every mouthful.
Our food inspector is so dedicated that I found myself apologising to him the other day for eating a cucumber and salad cream sandwich without offering him a bite first.
I told Au he doesn't like cucumber, but he ate some anyway. Just to prove a point.
T-man made the mistake of making himself a chicken sandwich, and Au was on it like a knife.
After a tussle of wills, Au got a large chunk of chicken and T-man got lots of lettuce and bread with a smidgeon of chicken.
We may not be able to call a sandwich our own, but as long as Au is happy and eating, we don't really care.
Au is getting a belly again, and he's all purry and fuzzy with pleasure at having his own way over every meal.
Discipline is over-rated.
PS If Au could go online, he'd buy an oven from Appliances Online in the UK. And not just because the kind people there are sending him a $50 gift certificate for cat treats but because he's finally seen an oven that could hold 2 turkeys at once!