Jerky The Cat

There's this cat which is seriously sick. And he's decided to curl up to die downstairs. At first I thought it was most certainly the end of the road for him. And then he decided to mew at me. While it sounded more like Ouch than Hello, I figured that if he was spirited enough to mew at me despite being reduced to fur (his fur's still intact, after all), skin and bones, I got him some water. This was when I decided to call him Jerky, because he was so weak he could only struggle jerkily to control his head enough to lap at the water I provided.

This was when I figured that Jerky could probably do with some food. He turned out to be game enough to gnaw on a barbecued chicken wing (not proper food, I know, but it was all I had at the time) and would have finished all of it if I deboned the thing properly. Not bad, for a dying cat. Perhaps he has some fighting spirit in him yet. As long as he's willing to eat and drink, I'll provide stuff for him. Maybe he'll die, maybe he won't. But at least he's not going to starve or thirst to death on my watch.