Meet Kitty

So, I decided to start a blog because Kitty and I are about to be faced with some really tough times. I thought blogging might help me and maybe even others going through similar things with their furry babies. I know not everyone understands those of us who consider our "pets" our children......but, this blog is not meant for those people.

So, a little background on Kitty. Kitty came into my life about 8 (ish) years ago. My niece rescued her from a college campus as an abandoned and starving young cat. She brought her home and I took care of the shots, spaying......the fun stuff, and after a lot of work getting her and my old lady Jazzmine (who will be 20 in february) to get along; Kitty had settled in as part of the family. When my niece moved out, I told her Kitty was part of me and Jazz's family and she couldn't take her. I think she was a little irritated at first, but came around when she realized how happy our little family was. Fast forward to the present and you will see why I have started this blog. Last Tuesday Aug 3, 2010 I came home to find a very different Kitty than I am use to. She was laying downstairs, looking sad and not running to greet me like normal. I tried coaxing her to come upstairs or come see me and she had no interest. I tried to pick her up and was greeted with a growl.......something was definitely wrong with my baby. My sister and I took her to the ER and her temp was a frightening 105.9. They wanted to keep her but she is very skittish and I knew she wouldn't do well. I stayed there until 1:30am while they got her temp down. I Took her home, didn't sleep and called my regular vet 1st thing on Wednesday. They got her in at 10:00 and her temp was back up to 104. She was showing signs of pain in the abdomen and the vet felt I needed to get her to the hospital/specialist ASAP. They were able to see her at 2 that day and I took her in and they ran a host of tests and determined that she needed immediate surgery to repair a perforated intestine and they informed me that she more than likely had Cancer. Needless to say I was devastated and my whole world was turned upside down. They gave me a tour of the facility; showed me where she would have surgery, where she would be monitored after, and where she would recover for the next 2-3 days. I couldn't believe this was happening and that I was going to have to leave her. The next three days were really hard. I visited her during lunch and after work every day. It was so hard to see her like that and have her look at me, like "why are you leaving me here? Why don't you take me home?" I cried every time I went to see her and every time I talked about it. The hospital staff was wonderful and the doctor called me with an update every morning. On Friday morning she told me Kitty was a little feisty which was a good sign..........mild understatement. When I showed up Friday evening Kitty had a Will Bolt sign, a Muzzle sign, and a Caution sign on her kennel. In addition she had a privacy screen over the door to her cage to minimize her exposure to the goings on of the busy recovery room. The poor tech caring for her that day proceeded to tell me that poor Kitty had a bad morning and when she was trying to give her the morning meds, she scratched, bit, and peed on her. She said, "it was so bizarre! One minute she was fine and the next it was like demons took over!" Yep! That's my girl! I told Kitty, well you are maintaining your bad ass attitude! I finally got to take her home on Saturday morning and then the fun really began.............. (to be continued)