I'm quite aware that most of you are only coming to this site for reports on the health of Lydia, the feral pussycat I've been feeding in my backyard since they aired the last episode of The Sopranos. I am not suggesting any connection there. Recently, she disappeared for a most-unlike-her amount of time and I feared for her demise. Then she showed up acting very sick and refusing to eat and seeming for all the world like other feral felines I've had around who were not around for long after they started acting like that.
I hauled her off to an after-hours vet who kept us waiting a long time to tell me (a) she was very old, (b) she would likely be dying soon, (c) there was nothing that could be done for her, (d) to please pay on my way out and (e) they didn't accept American Express.
Oh, yes — and I should keep an eye on her, which is one of those things that never would have occurred to me had not a trained and licensed professional suggested it. So I've been keeping an eye on her and it seems to be working because she appears to be pretty much back to normal. In fact, she's eating enough to make up for that week-to-10-days when she hardly ate at all. Maybe it was just a touch of that kitty flu that I haven't heard has been going around.
The above photo was taken ten minutes ago and she seems to be Lydia again. Sorry if I put any of you through needless concern or worry but I'm glad it ended like this.