I gotta tell ya, we were really worried about this little guy. For the first three weeks he basically ate, slept and pooped. I was starting to think he was mentally deficient. But he’s finally, finally, been restored to health and is showing some personality. He’s started scampering around and playing with toys, and he’s made a friend in big brother Moses (the same cat who has tortured and harassed our last two kittens, to the point where we had to find a new home for one of them. Moses seems to like Oscar, though. Go figure).
Oscar is not out of the woods. He does appear to be FIV-positive, though the doctor says we’ll check again in six months just to be sure. And he also seems to have some kind of skin allergy causing him to lick all of the fur off of his belly. We’ve already been through this ordeal with Quinn, our Maine coon. So a trip to the veterinary dermatologist is probably in order.
But he’s a real cutie. Still can’t imagine how he found his way to us or what his life was like before we found him in the street.