The Last One

She’s the last of three—Koko, small, an odd mix of colors that somehow works. She’s turned into a full-time cuddle machine despite the fact that her left eye is probably on its way out. There’s medication, but Koko is not fooled by the food it gets mixed into; she sniffs it out every time. The ointment isn’t doing anything. No injections available. The only real option is luck and hoping the thing resolves on its own. Brave little cat.