Cat post with no cutesy pics. Proceed at own risk.

And not only is this a cat post, it's also a depressing cat post. Because my cat is sick, probably with cancer.It all started probably around September, but I didn't notice because I was too busy being tired and stressed and depressed from work. My dad, who, as a pensioner, is the one always at home and as a result the main caregiver of the cat, didn't notice because he's old(ish) and a man and because he has his own problems that can be distracting. Anyway, the thing is that Pelias started having -to put it politely- digestion problems that escalated and at last became noticeable, especially when he stopped using his sandbox, in order to get our attention. We went to the vet, he gave us special food, Pelias seemed to do better. Then around December things went downhill again, and this time it was a long downwards tumble.I won't bore you with the details. The facts are these: Pelias now weighs barely 3kg (from 5, which was his normal weight), he is anaemic, he can't eat and has to be fed mashed kitty food through a syringe, he is weak and some days he can barely move, and has to be carried anywhere, including his sandbox and water bowl. He is scheduled for x-rays tomorrow, which will only confirm the doctor's suspicions about a tumour, possibly located in his lungs. If that is the case, the vet says there's nothing that can be done about it except continue taking care of him as we have until one day he dies. How lovely.So there. That's part of the reason why I don't feel like posting a lot, in case anyone was wondering. Maybe some day I'll share the other part(s), too.