If it's not one cat, it's another. 

The Visitor has not returned.  I canvassed the neighborhood for flyers and checked the vet offices and animal shelters to see if someone lost a sweeth long haired black and white cat.  No one has so far but I'll keep looking.  I have a photo of him if it's needed.  I've not seen him since the night he visited.

Scheckter the Gingerbear King is doing much better.  He's gaining weight and his energy levels are up.  I switched his compounded medicine from tuna flavor to chicken.  I've also developed a sundae for him - a favorite wet food minced up with his medicine in it topped with a sprinkling of his favorite kibble.  Sometimes I add some salmon oil.  He loves having this served to him in the early afternoon, out on the patio, like it's a picnic.  Hey, if it helps him eat and get his medicine in him...I'll do what's necessary. He's enjoying the warming weather and sunshine, spending most of the day outside, guarding his territory.

Now I have a problem with Lady, the gray Shadow.  Blood in her urine returned this week and she lost weight.  Her appetite is down.  We're worried that it might be cancer.  We're not sure yet so we're still treating it as though she has an infection while awaiting some test results.  She won't take her medicine willingly.  My wife and I have tried numerous ways, blending it with her favorite foods, with milk, with tuna, dissolving it and shooting it into her mouth, baby food.  No luck so far.  We'll keep working on it until we figure it out.  Meanwhile, we've given her sub cut fluids several times this week, 200 ml each time.  I warm the bag and hang it.  Then I sit in the recliner and spread a blanket over my legs.  She likes that position.  My wife inserts the needle and begins the drip.  The two of us talk to her and pet her while the fluids go in.  It's usually done in about seven minutes.  Then Lady sleeps on my legs for as long as I can take being immobile with a cat on my legs, usually about an hour. She ate with gusto this morning so I continue having hope, but I'm hopeful by nature.

At least Quinn the Black Paw is doing well, knock on wood.  He remains his charming, mellow emerald eyed self, sleeping and groooming, delivering purrs while giving massages.  He's also been very entertaining, attacking and chasing the small plastic yellow cap that comes off the IV needles for Lady.  Unaware that Scheckter is doing better, he went up to play wrestle.  Scheckter turned with a swiftness reserved for younger cats and pounced, batting Quinn around in a flurry until Quinn told his legs, "Do your duty," and took off. 

And of course, they all remain literary creatures, gathering around me when I read or write, you know, in case I need help with any words.