Nicknames: Coon Girl, Lisa Lisa, Hissy, Kissy, Big Paws, Baby Soft Hair
Gotcha Date: January 9th 2005
Birthday: November 1st 2003
Coloration: Brown Tabby
Likes: Eating, sleeping, playing, looking out the window, having her hair combed
Pet-Peeves: Not getting her food fast enough, other cats, dogs, having her nails cut
Favorite Toy: Toy mouse, feather toy, turbo scratcher, jingle bell, catnip, scratching post, bugs
Favorite Nap Spot: Anywhere in the house
Favorite Food: Natural Balance and Avoderm reduced calorie food in cans
Skills: Sleeping in a twisted position, sitting up, announcing her arrival to join me by grunting
Arrival Story: I visited the cat shelter I once volunteered at the week before Christmas 2004. There was a cat who watched everything I did when I walked by her. She wanted attention, which I gave her. I went back to the shelter on January 9, 2005. When I walked in, she went to the front of the room to listen to whatever I had to say. She knew--and I knew--she was coming home with me! I kept the name she had before and during life at the shelter. She was most likely born sometime in 2003.
Bio: Lisa made herself at home quickly; the first thing she did was run to the food dish. When she met one of my friends who had a cat, she hissed at her after she smelled her cat on her. Lisa got used to the smell of other cats enough to tolerate it and got to like the friend she hissed at earlier. I'm so happy I gave Lisa a home away from streets and shelters! Lisa was always a fighter when it came to medical issues, but cancer and infection won on March 12, 2015. Please see her diary. Lisa, you were always a good girl and I will always love you.
Lisa, this is the first Gotcha Day anniversary when I don’t have you here. As always, I will love and miss you.
I remember at this time 11 years ago, you ran to the front door of the shelter as I approached the door. You knew you were going home with me! I kept the promise I made to you days before Christmas 2004 that if you were at the shelter on January 1, 2005, you would join me in my house.
I took a look at your 10th anniversary entry. I am used to the bed that is lower to the ground and it is sad you couldn’t have used it longer. I wish this could have been an entry for you as a living cat.
You have an entry in 2007 that describes some of the things you did. I also remember how you sat up on furniture.
You were a brave and strong girl to put up with your asthma, lung surgery and breast cancer. I am happy for the days you were with me between May 2010 and March 2015 after you survived your lung surgery. The surgeon suggested that maybe you should join Abby on May 10, 2010 and I insisted that she try the surgery. At the appointment when she took the stitches out, the surgeon was happy that she did the operation and it went well. She did your successful breast surgeries too. Sadly, your kind of cancer usually spreads and claims almost every kitty who gets it. We wanted you to be one of the kitties who wins over this cancer, but it didn’t happen.
You will always be my girl. I only wish you were healthier in your time with me.
I gave a donation to the shelter you came from in your memory today. The next fundraiser will be on the first anniversary of your passing and I requested that the people there remember you on that day.
You already have gifts on your page. Thanks to anyone who gives you a gift to remember you.
I fought my battle with asthma and won. I made it through two surgeries to get rid of my breast cancer and the chemo that followed.
Mom looked at me on March 2 and was happy with my movement around the house and renewed interest in washing myself. It didn’t last for long.
On March 11, mom took several minutes to find me and found my tail sticking out from behind the tub. She rushed me to the primary care vet, who is closer to home. He took tests and changed my medication from the chemo pills I took to an antibiotic for an infection he found. I couldn’t tolerate the chemo pills anymore. Cancer and infection spread to my lungs and it was going to my liver. The specialist would have done the same things to me.
Mom came home from work on March 12, found me unresponsive and rushed me to the vet again. I had joined Abby.
Mom and the vets did all they could do for me. I know she misses me very much and will join me and Abby someday.