Hello all. I'm new to the forum so I suppose I should introduce myself and explain how I came to get here. Imagine my surprise one afternoon when I spotted a scrappy cat chowing down on my cats' food? (I have two cats - both indoor/outdoor, and I leave kibble out for them to munch on throughout the day). I shouted, and the cat took off. Then I felt terrible for yelling at the poor thing and went to investigate. He didn't go far - just under the shed. I called out, and low and behold, he came right out and wound his body around my leg. My first thought was that he was starving. I don't know when the last time he had a decent meal, but I could wrap my entire hand around his spine. In fact, his bones were so pronounced I could have had an anatomy lesson with him. So of course I fed him. And continued to do so for the next week while I attempted to track down his owners. He wasn't feral. He had to have human contact somewhere along the road. But, alas, I could not find any reports on a missing tuxedo cat. So, I did the next step and took him to the vet - where I incidentally work at as a vet assistant. He was scanned for a chip but no luck. He was such a nice cat, and I figured if I had gone this far he was going to be mine anyway. Turns out, she was a neutered he (I'd been calling him Whiskers at that point, for his white whiskers. I know - shame on me for not being unique). And everyone there loved him. He stretched out on the exam table, head held high, eyes half-closed in contentment, with a rumbling purr that everyone could hear. One of the techs remarked that he looked like Scar sitting like that. So, thus, is name came to be Scar (also incidentally, he has a scar on his nose. Very light, but it's there). He was estimated to be 12 years old and weighed in at only 9 pounds (he should be somewhere between 15-20 is my guess) and had an abscess under his chin (which explained the drooling and fat lip he had going on). He tested negative for FIV, so I went ahead and got his Rabies, DRCC (distemper), and leukemia vaccines. Then, we took blood work and sent it out to the lab. I already knew what was coming. I'd seen the symptoms. He drank water like no cat I'd ever seen (my own barley touch their water bowls, and when they do, they prefer disgusting puddles outside) and the frequent urination. I know, because I have a diabetic dog (been diabetic since 2013. He's 16 and still going strong). Scar was diabetic. I'd never thought I would have both a diabetic dog and a cat. At the same time! And let me tell you, it's very different. First, the cost. Eno (the dog - who I also found as a stray in 2007) gets Novilin N. I spent about forty or so every few months on him. He isn't on any special diet because he's always done well. Scar's Prozinc was $132, plus the syringes totaled $158 (because even vet assistances don't get discounts on medicine). No big deal, since the stuff should last me at least two months, give or take. Yesterday, I took him to work with me for his curve as well as his booster vaccines. We're upping it to 3 BID, but his numbers were fairly promising. 300 something in the morning, then I think it went higher as the day went along. I'm aware I can test at home - I do it with my dog. And I did try once. Scar didn't mind the prick on his ear, but he hated me trying to squeeze any blood out. He doesn't bleed well, even the vet techs had a hard time while doing his curve. Maybe bad blood flow there? I know ears are the best place with felines. Maybe I'm just unlucky. At any rate, I just wanted to introduce myself here. It's been a real changer for me. I had to invest in a litter box (my current cats always went outside to do their business) since I knew he wouldn't be able to hold it if he had to go. I also had to learn how to give shots to a cat - it's quite different from a dog. Eno uses U-100 syringes with the small, baby needles. U-40 syringes are half an inch, which I really don't understand. Do you need that much needle to inject insulin? I mean, seriously. At any rate, I've adopted the "microchip" method, as I call it. Tenting the skin and injecting under the tent. With the dog, his needle is small enough that I can pull a bit of flesh, stick, and done. I hated the longer needles, but I'm getting used to it. And yes, I'm also aware you can convert U-40 to U-100, but that means using up more insulin and I'm trying to make the bottle last. It makes me wonder what happened to poor old Scar. Was he diabetic all along and dumped because his owners couldn't afford it? If he was lost, they certainly made no effort to find him (I even searched lost cats from 3+ years ago). He doesn't bother the other cats and he isn't frightened of dogs. He knew enough that when it was cold, he wanted to come in. I'm sure he must have been someone's pet at one point. Oh, the stories he could tell! Scar when he peeked out from under the shed. His body condition when I found him - or I guess, he found me.