Likes: She loved to sleep, cuddle & roll in catnip.
Pet-Peeves: She never liked being move too much, certain household herding dogs and dogs in general
Favorite Toy: Drug of Choice: Catnip & toy: "Mr. Sandman"
Favorite Nap Spot: Enjoyed napping on the couches and the bed, and under folds of blankets and in open bags
Favorite Food: Diamond Catfood (for a fat cat, she was a really fussy eater.)
Skills: She was a very loving cat, and I loved her dearly, however her special skill was in being the laziest feline I had ever known!
Arrival Story: Alila, whose name appropriately means: "She Cries," is biological sister to Bethany (still lives with me) and another cat Carma (who no longer lives with me, but has gone to live with my mother with my "Queen Coon", Nala.) She was my only short-haired cat. I got the trio following the double-loss of 2 of my cats over a month period. Devastated, I found an ad for the trio of black and white and took them home, earmites and all.
Bio: Lee, though fat and lazy to a fault, has been very loved by all (but the rodents) in this house. She was the ultimate cuddle cat and provided a soft and smooshy warm body to hug close on cold nights or on a bad day. She hated being moved, jostled, pushed or disturbed in anyway and would not hesitate to verbally let you know that in a series of meows, squawks, grunts and howls. She also doesn't like to be sat on, lied on or jumped upon by certain dogs notorious for doing that kind of thing (or even people,) but will do very little to avoid it. She will jump away after the incident ocurs... usually. Even before getting old and grumpy and then ill, she was never very playful. Curious but not real outgoing with it, she would watch her sister and then her brother play with a new object. She would stand a small distant away, batting at the air as if she were testing the object for sudden movements. Before she got fixed, she actually had a sleek figure. Though her figure was not streamline during all but maybe a year of her life, her coat was thick, shiny and soft. The softest of her fat rolls made you just want to hug her tight like pinching the chubby cheaks of a cute child, but unlike a child, she was a lot similar to a large furry squeak toy as she would squeak when hugged too tight.
If it should be that I grow weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief stay in your hand;
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so.
The time has come to let me go.
Take me where my need they'll tend,
And please stay with me until the end.
I know in time that you will see,
the kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve, it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close,we two, these years;
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
Around 8 am, Wednesday, February 15, 2006 at The Bangor Veterinary Hospital, Lee was very humanely euthanized after a short but severe illness (liver failure). Her human mother was there with her as she peacefully slipped away, and her human godmother and godsister were also there to witness her sad departure. She will be horribly missed by all that were close to her including her feline blood sister, Bethany, and her canine sister, Rowena and her human dad.
One day we will be with her again.
May she rest in peace and cuddle with God.
Lee, my usually robust, more-than-adequate-around-the-tummy, black n white 9 year old kitty is very sick and I feel helpless to help her. What I thought was a food allergy to some cheap, last minute food purchase from my husband maybe more than just that. She has patches on her back where she has licked her hair off. Furball? The vet found flee dust... never once saw a flee on any of the animals! However, the vet found that Lee was jaundice. Not a good sign. She has not been eating, drinking little, barfing what little she gets in her and WILL NOT stand for having meds crammed down her throat. Not a pill popper, not as a fluid, she won't eat even soft food and I cannot... not even with help, get her to take any of it. Not even the Petromalt for furballs. Basically, my beautiful Lee is dying. No whining, no more warm cuddles at night or while I lounge on the couch... she is too sick to cuddle, love or be loved. Her sister has to know what is going on, but she still flits about, begging for attention, getting cuddles while Lee huddles in the spot we made her next to the shower (she chose the spot) or hiding underneath the futon couch where I can't even reach her. My heart already hurts for losing her and she is still here. How many cats can one stand to lose in a year? When I got my service dog in November 2004, I had to find homes for 6 of my 8 cats. 2 of them went to my mother where I can still see them. Lee, Beth and (don't tell the landlord) Nermal stayed with me. Nermal, a mere 4 years old, died of heart failure. Now Lee. My baby Lee with her loving yellow eyes is fading from us.