Cats and Stuff, take two
Autoimmune hemolytic anemia probably caused by feline infectious peritonitis. I hate the world.
On April 12, Oskar (my cat, RIP) was put to sleep due to the above disease(s). He didn’t live more than (just under) six months (three here) and it’s awfully empty in the house without him, even though I don’t think much about it anymore. It just feels a bit unfair, both to us (who lost our old cat less than six months ago) and to him (who never got to experience his first birthday). Before you say anything, both the vet and various knowing people said it was impossible for Oskar to have gotten FIP from Rasmus (our old cat), since one month is the recommended/required waiting time for all FIP viruses to die out (we waited for two months before getting Oskar). I’m infinitely thankful he didn’t became sick during February, when I was home alone with him while my parents were in New Zealand. Anyway, we are now in “quarantine”, but the breeder has very kindly offered us a new cat as soon as possible (for both us and her).
In other news, I’m in the very early planning stages of moving out to my own apartment (together with a friend). The plans are at a standstill right now, but they are there. At the same time the school goes on, a bit lighter on the pressure than before. I somehow get myself involved in a few parties and projects anyway, so I’m still quite busy…
Once again, Rest In Peace, Oskar. Say hello to Rasmus in cat heaven.
//Firetech