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There's a neighborhood cat the BF and I call Big Boy, who comes around to our house to say hi a few times a week. He's a sweetie and greets you by using your sneakers as a scratching post. He's declawed, so all he ends up doing is rubbing your feet. He's missing part of his lower lip, and the tip of his tongue peeks out of his mouth.
Lately, Big Boy hasn't looked so hot.
He used to be plump, but now he's rail thin. He's lethargic.
Previously, he'd come around occasionally sporting a new collar. Sometimes it was light blue, sometimes it was a flea collar, sometimes it was pink. He now wears a royal blue collar with a bell. He's worn it for quite some time.
And his fur is matted and dirty.
I wonder if his owner has moved away, abandoning him. Or just stopped taking care of him. Or died. If his owner isn't dead, I am furious that someone would neglect a sweet cat like Big Boy.
I poured him a small bowl of cat food yesterday during his visit. He devoured it.
I'm worried about Big Boy. I need to find his owner.
Current mood: Worried