Nicknames: Coon Girl, Lisa Lisa, Hissy, Kissy, Big Paws
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 first met one of my friends who has a cat, she hissed at her after she smelled her cat on her. She got used to the smell of other cats; she still doesn't like it, but tolerates it. Lisa now likes the friend she hissed at earlier. I'm so happy I gave Lisa a home away from streets and shelters!
It was rainy and windy all day and I had mom with me all the time, because she didn't have to go to work. I liked that she never went away from me today.
Mom usually gives me Natural Balance reduced calorie food, which I love. She bought a few different flavors of the same brand earlier this week for me to try, since the vets don't worry about my weight as much as before. After I was diagnosed with cancer, the vets love my big appetite. Mom gave me ocean fish food today to celebrate. I loved it! She will give me a can of the regular calorie food once in a while and most of the time it will still be my reduced calorie food. That's fine with me. No one wants me to be 15 pounds again.
I got catnip on my scratch pad and rolled around in it. I took some of the catnip and got on my back to show mom the hair that is growing back to cover my incision scar.
I got as much love as I wanted from mom and told her in my usual hissy way when I had enough.
I'm taking it easy now in my condo and will enjoy the rest of my day.
On October 1, I went for my second chemo treatment. The vet was happy with my progress and didn’t see any evidence of breast tumor regrowth.
I went for my third chemo treatment on October 22.
The radiologist still saw some of what I had six weeks ago in my chest, but not as much. Everyone on the vet team was happy to see that, and the radiologist is now unsure if the changes are related to cancer spread or if I have something there that is not cancer-related. I will have a recheck at my last chemo treatment, which will probably be on December 3.
My blood work was normal and I got the same amount of chemo both times.
When the vet helper took me out to mom, I hissed and growled nonstop. The vet helper said that I am unhappy at the vet place. Mom told the vet helper that hissing and growling is my way of thanking her and the rest of the vet team for all they did for me. I like to hiss and growl when I’m home, too. Mom tells me that my hissing and growling is my way of telling cancer to get away from me.
I go for my fourth (and next to last) chemo treatment on November 12.
On September 10, I went to the vet to get my stitches out and for my first chemo treatment.
Because it was my second surgery in a short time, I had more red on my belly than the first stitch removal. I wore my collar for a few more days than before because of that. When it was time for that stupid cone to come off, I got into a position to make it easy for mom to take it off of me.
Before my first chemo, one of the vet helpers took a chest X-ray. Whoever examined it found something that shouldn’t be there and the oncologist is afraid it could be more cancer. He called mom and asked her if she still wanted me to have the chemo. She told him to go ahead and give it to me because I don’t act like a sickly cat. I still like to jump, eat and show off my kitty attitude.
I went to my primary care vet September 17 for a complete blood count. The results were normal and the vet said that the chemo may be able to take care of whatever is in my chest.
I go for my second chemo this Wednesday. I will have another chest X-ray before my third chemo (probably on October 22) to find out if there are any changes.
The vets don’t want to cut into me again and we all want whatever was found in my chest to go away.