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.
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.
I went for my latest checkup on February 23. My general physical exam went well, but the vet found a few nodules on my lungs. He told mom they are consistent with cancer spread and we are very concerned. Mom started to give me chemo pills on February 25 (after my vet got my blood work results and told mom it was okay) and I get a pill on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. My next exam is on March 23.
I love to snuggle up next to one of the heat sources, which is normal for me in the cold. I have a good appetite, but I’m not interested in playing or catnip. I had a 50/50 chance of coming out of the surgery I had in 2010 and made it. Although the odds are more against me, we want the pills and anything else to help me win this battle.