Our Sammi - 18 years old - has diabetes. It's been rough and up and down, but he's hanging in there.
Today he claimed the catfood-closet door by face-rubbing, and smacked Kiki (the calico fluffernutter) in the butt.
So, good hopes.
He has no blood, so it's hard to measure glucose levels, but we're trying. I just have to remember to rub his toes really well before taking blood for testing.
He's possibly a Norwegian Forest cat, so we think the name is after the Indigenous people of Scandinavia, otherwise known as Laplanders. He was captured feral as a young cat, and is finally getting over his fear of blankets.