Remember when I was house/cat-sitting around christmas time and the cat wouldn't eat and I was so afraid she (at 17 years old) was going to die on my watch? Sadly, she did die shortly after her owners returned home... but that is not my point. Now, I'm back at that same house, sitting the surviving (17 year old) boy cat and guess what - - the damn cat won't eat. And he seems kind of sick. I think it's me.
Le sigh.
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