This morning I took Tigger to the vet for some greater insight into why he isn’t eating or drinking. Michelle had to take him in to the emergency vet on Sunday because he was looking very bad. His eyes were vacant and he smelled. The emergency vets did a geriatric panel (every thing’s good) but his bladder was empty and he was quite dehydrated. He was given subcutaneous fluids but he still hasn’t drank of his own will. At near 17 years of age, and down to 7.8 lbs, he’s going to have a hard time bouncing back from whatever it turns out is ailing him. Good luck you surly cat.