I’m Really Not a Crazy Cat Lady

At least, I don't think so, but maybe wondering if I am IS the sign? I'm at Roberto the Vet's now with Charles II, and he's our 109th cat. So I agree that the signs are all there, but.... let me tell you at least Chaz' part of the story.
 
He just showed up one day a couple of weeks ago - as they often do here in our house in C-, a small magic town in a small state in Mexico.
 
Charlie, my dead mother's King Charles Cavalier Spaniel, and our only brand name pet, appointed herself Defender Against Alien Cats, and every now and then races off in a paroxysm of barking. She did it recently several times and I finally figured out why, and did my best to undo the damage, but by then Chaz was pretty traumatized.  I had a short-lived craven hope that he'd move on, since we've only recently finally gotten below double-digits in the cat population.  Most of the cats we’ve rescued have either been adopted out, or died, or wandered off, but we have a steady stable – clump? cluster? herd? – that sticks with us.
 
Anyway, patiently, cunningly, I lured Chaz back, using food to buy love, as always.  Slowly, he crept back, his ribs sticking out, snarfing down whatever we put out, but not TOUCHING the hard cat food we always leave out.   Hmm.
 
The day finally arrived when he’d let me pat him, and shortly thereafter, pick him up.  I discovered enormous testicles, and a major build-up of plaque on his teeth. A couple of days later, I figured I had bought enough love to snick him quickly into our waiting cat carrier, and that brings me to today.
 
Roberto the Vet will neuter him, scrape off the plaque – the worst case he’d said he’d ever seen – and pump him full of antibiotics, so it looks like he’s an official new cat. 
 
Other than his very peremptory yowls for food – totally understandable, given his teeth – he’s quite friendly and nice, as you can see here, and has already started making friends with the other nine cats and three dogs.  He even lets me scratch his chin.  So excited!?

This is Chaz today - drinking from my water glass. It turns out he has incurable lymphoma, and we've almost taken him to be put down a bunch of times, but he keeps coming back. His fur is much better now, whiter, he's gained some weight, his gums aren't as pale and his lymph nodes aren't as swollen. So for now, we just give him whatever he wants to eat. Fingers crossed!

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