Wry Folly. Chagrin.

It figures. He's a cat.

So, I provided that wonderfully amusing, angsty, "my cat may soon shuffle off this mortal coil and we don't know why," stuff. Later in the day, Tristan decided to provide some evidence...

( Because nobody ever said veterinary medicine was pretty... )

So, Tristan isn't out of the woods yet. He still has to eat his meals in tiny doses throughout the day. He still needs medicines and probably more subcutaneous fluids. But, he does seem to be eating more. And we have a likely culprit, and we can treat him for it and hope that it does the trick. Feels like a step in the right direction to me.