Here is Scooter in the last of the summer sun. I sneaked this first photo through the kitchen window:
A little later, snuggled back down on his desk and blankies in the conservatory:
A sudden shower with the sun still out led to this rainbow appearing over our garden:
I hope it isn't 'rainbow bridge'.
Back to the vet next week. I've been reading about nasopharyngeal polyps in cats.
The symptoms seem to fit quite well, especially the chronic sneezing at the beginning, which Scooter was doing a few months ago. The idea of some growth in his throat fits too- the noise he is almost constantly making is like he is trying to clear his throat of something. And he snores, too.
I'll mention this article to the vet when we see him. But with his age, and seizures, who knows if he would come through surgery? It's knocked me sideways, all this, simply cos I never thought of him as an old cat! He's so big! Just today it's hit me that I need to think of him as a little old man, not my cheeky little boy.
Please keep things crossed for him.