My neighbor had sold his house and was moving to Tennessee. Since Furbee had been the “hood” cat, he didn’t think he would take the move well and asked me to keep him, which I did. He was a Maine Coon and extremely soft.
He told me that Furbee would never come into his house except on the very coldest night and then only for an hour or so until he got warm.
One day I noticed his fur was falling out. I took him to the vet who thought it might be fly bites but didn’t know what to do for him, he thought it would clear up on it’s own. He died soon after.
Shortly after that I had a lady in my house who told me she worked for a vet specializing in dermatology. I told her about Furbee and she said it was easily cured.
Very sad for Furbee.