That sick cat in our road who was attacked by some fiend in human form isn't doing so well. He looked a bit off on Saturday but ate his food with gusto. Then yesterday evening he decided he wasn't hungry. It was the same deal this morning.
I have been giving him food with medicine provided by the vet on the basis of a photograph of his wound because at first I couldn't get near the cat. It took me 2 weeks to get him to come within reach of me.
In the last week he was letting me come close to him and touch his uninjured side. He was getting better too. The wound was clean, healing and the kitty was putting on weight visibly.
Now suddenly he's taking a bad turn and ironically he is now sitting under a car *just* out of reach. I just tried to catch him with the help of a neighbour but we had no luck.
I have this terrible feeling that this cat is not going to make it. I hope this is a temporary setback but my second thoughts are already busy with second guessing myself:
If I had scooped him up last week when he looked as if he was on the mend, would a visit to the vet have helped? I didn't do it because I thought being boxed up, driven away and handled by people might undo all the good of the weeks before. I worried he might make the injury worse during the trip and refuse to come near me and his medicated food afterwards.
It's no good worrying because there's not much I can do except for hope and try again to reach him later. But it is depressing. I really thought this cat was going to make it. Please purr for him.