I was going to take him to the vet to be put to sleep on Thursday. I even text chatted with Kevin about it Thursday just before I went home.

Then when I got home, the little guy was eating again. After sipping cat food gravy and tuna juice for a week, he’s started to eat food again.

He’s still rail thin. This is a cat who was 18 pounds, and now he’s down to about 9. But he’s actually beginning to resume normal activities.

Maybe it’s just a calm period before he takes the Big Journey, I dunno. Or maybe he read the Celestine Prophecy and he’s working on the 10th life/level. Or maybe he heard us talking about the final vet trip and decided that he wasn’t that sick after all (insert Monty Python skit here–“I feel MUCH better now!”).

But for as long as it lasts, it’s good to have him back.

We still can’t figure out the lump/mass on his neck. The biopsy said it was benign skeletal muscle. Maybe he got a bug bite on the neck that he was really allergic to? Maybe it’s an extra mutant brain?

As usual, Dart is a mystery to us. I swear the dude surfs the Internet and stuff all day when we’re gone (“darn non-opposable thumbs”).