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My 8th or 9th Life

Thank you for your kind thoughts, everykitty

Although I made a valiant effort to hang on to my 9th life, the cancer that had ravaged my body finally took me on September 19, 2009. I told Roger (my human namesake) that I'm looking forward to reuniting with my sisters. You see, I'd been separated from them at a very young age, and I've been searching for them ever since. I am sad to leave this nice family, but will be so happy to be with my own family once again. Farewell, everyone!

I've fallen upon some hard times lately....

So, for 14 years, I was a loyal cat to my human. I lived a pretty good life. Although I spent some of my time outdoors, I managed to survive and thrive.

But after I hit 14, I was taken to the vet. My human wanted to have me put to sleep. I'm not sure why. I guess maybe I was kinda missin' the target in my litterbox sometimes and stuff. Thankfully, the vet convinced my human to let him take me over to the animal shelter, so I got a reprieve!

But it was apparent to the shelter folks that I wasn't looking or feeling too good. After tests, it was determined that I have cancer. It's called CLL or chronic lymphocytic leukemia. The shelter saw to it that I got treatment, though, and I've been feeling a little better since!

The shelter has also helped me find foster homes. I sure appreciate all the nice foster folks who've taken me in! My current foster parents are my namesake Roger and his wife Tami. I live with several dogs and a knuckleheaded cat, aptly named Knuckles. The dogs are okay; they mostly leave me alone.

I like it here because I get to eat 7 or 8 meals a day! You see, I've lost a lot of weight because of my cancer. I wasn't even 6 pounds when I joined the Rog & Tami household. I've gained more than a pound since I've been here! They bring me a lovely moist meal every few hours, and if I get hungry between meals, I just go up to a human and say, "mmm-kow"! That's my way of saying, "feed me!!"

I also get supervised visits in the backyard! I'm not sure why a human always has to follow me around when I'm outside. After all, I managed fine on my own outdoors for all those years. But these people, I guess they don't believe in having "outside cats."

The only thing I don't like is that they give me medicine. Yuck! I'm being treated for a urinary tract infection ... hmm, maybe that's why I was having a hard time with the litterbox, hmmm? I also get Prednisone to help keep my appetite up. That's sure working!

As you can see, I've had my ups and downs recently. I don't know how many lives or how much time I have left. But I do know that I'm in a safe and comfortable place. I know that I'm loved. I know I can look forward to my next yummy meal. So things are looking pretty good right now.