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").