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!
I will do everything to get well and stay well, with the help of mom and my vets. The surgeon did a lot of cutting into me recently and we all hope that I don't need another operation for a long time! Mom told me that she will send a living picture of me to the pet insurance company she uses on the first anniversary of my cancer diagnosis, which will be July 14, 2015.
Thanks to all of you who have sent presents, paw mails and comments. Mom was able to get back to some of you and says if she hasn't, she hasn't forgotten and will do so when she can.
On July 12, mom petted me and I rolled over to show my belly. She felt something under all the hair and looked at it. She didn’t like it and she took me to the emergency/specialist vet that is open on Saturday nights and all other times.
Someone was there to examine me. The vet took a needle biopsy and called mom on July 14 with the results.
It was breast cancer.
I had surgery on July 28 to remove the not only the breast with the lump, but they took the entire breast chain on the same side. The post-surgery biopsy confirmed the diagnosis.
On August 27, I had the other breast chain removed. Mom got the results of the biopsy from that surgery yesterday and there was no cancer. It looks like the cancer did not spread beyond the one breast.
The surgery they did to me is perhaps the equivalent to double mastectomy in a woman. They do this to cats because breast cancer is more deadly in cats than in most other animals.
I go back to the vet on September 10 to get my stitches removed and will get the first of five chemo treatments. Mom and I only hope that this cancer never returns.
I always had the will to live through this. Mom would have never known I was sick if she didn’t feel my breast lump. I never lost my appetite or energy and I never vomited (except hairballs) or had diarrhea.
Mom gives me the love, food and rest I want. She has to keep the bedroom door shut and she turned my favorite chair and living room condo around to keep me from jumping. I got on the bed and watched birds from the bedroom window every day between my first stitch removal and my second surgery. Mom told me I can jump again after I get home on September 10.
I set my big paws in my new house nine years ago today. I moved once since then and like my newer place better because I have more places from where to watch what’s going on outside.
I lost 3/4 of a pound at my last checkup. The vet was happy and wants to see me repeat that when he sees me again this summer. I gag even less than before and mom doesn’t remember the last time I did. Mom will make sure my cage has Feliway in it before she takes me to the vet so I won’t cry on the way.
Mom put catnip on my living room scratch pad and I rolled on it. She wanted to take a picture of me after I had my catnip and I kept turning away from her. I won that battle and she got no pictures of me!
She gave a donation to the place I came from to help the kitties who are there. There is a fund for a cat who looks like me and that’s the fund she gave to.
I know mom is happy to have me and wants me for many more years.