Breed Unknown/American Shorthair
Picture of Isabelle, a female Breed Unknown/American Shorthair

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Home:Seattle, WA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 7 lbs.

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Belly, Izzy, Watermelon, Melly Belly

Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

CATNIP! Sleeping, snuggling into your arms, the blanket game, soft brushing

Dogs - they can all die, being moved, going anywhere in a car, vet

Favorite Toy:
Anything with catnip, mousies, birdies

Favorite Nap Spot:
Sister's bed

Favorite Food:

Very clever with her paws...can hook and pull things out. Helluva mouse hunter when she was younger


Arrival Story:
Izzy was left in a box in a shopping center parking lot with her brothers and sisters a few days before xmas. We adopted her. She was kinda wormy and plump looking - she looked like a stripey watermelon - thus the nickname.

Izzy is one of those "I own a cat, but you cannot see her" cats. She does not appreciate guests. She becomes a brown blur seen hurtling down the stairs. I did manage to get some pictures of her though - the one with her eyes glowing shows her one good eye (bright) and the other one with the start of some cataracts..she's getting old, but still goes hunting and stands up to the dogs when they try to give her unwanted attention. She is a survivor of a 30 ft fall from our apartment window - something I'll never let happen agin with any cat. Just lately she's been getting braver...actually spotted her on the couch, surrounded by dogs and looking very haughty indeed!

Forums Motto:
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I've Been On Catster Since:
August 10th 2004 More than 12 years!

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Every Yesterday

February 21st 2006 8:01 am
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The last couple weeks she became increasingly lethargic. She still had an appetite and was able to put up a concert of meows for dinner. However she became a caracature of herself; the tumor grew until she had a pot belly but the bones in her hips and back protruded, her feet were boney and her eyes began to sink in. The fur on her ears began to go missing.

We watched her this weekend. We saw that she labored up the stairs to see us, and when she laid down she pulled her hind legs up to her belly. She purred constantly. She communicated her pain clearly.

Yesterday we took her to the vet. Instead of her usual frantic behavior she watched the proceedings dully. I saw the light vanish from her eyes, the pupils grow wide and distant as the sedatives took away the last fight from her. Then at last her body relaxed. How I little realised how cramped by disease she had been; when death finally came she lay like a healthy cat, her legs no longer clenched to the body. It was truly peace at last and the right thing to do.

Its all yesterdays for Izzy now. No more making silly sounds at birds. None of the flicking tail that said it all; "go away human". Not even the yowling meows or the way she could always find a patch of sun. All yesterdays.


Still ticking

January 23rd 2006 4:24 pm
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Aunty and mom think I don't seem all that sick. Sure the microscope slides say I am sick, and the blood tests and everything else, but I am still going along doing my thing and demanding food. MORE FOOD!

Also along with being hungry I am hanging out more with the people because after all these years I finally figured out that if you really pester the heck out of any one human, they'll go fill up your bowl and clean up your box and give you fresh water.

Anyhow they tell me that they love me when I come up and see them working on their computers. Its like I discovered that they like me and they never meant any harm when they took me to the vet and brought the dogs into the house and at least aunty wishes I had been like this when I was feeling 100% myself. You know they'll miss me now that I am no longer the blur of brown fur that used to hiss at unwanted attention. Its strange that I am reaching the end and there is finally an understanding between all of us. Such sadness that it won't last long.


Don't count me out until its over...

December 19th 2005 9:35 am
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Two days before thanksgiving I was taken to the vet after auntie bumped into me one too many times. You know I've always been graceful and quick, never underfoot. She also noticed that when she picked me up my belly felt like there was a round bowl in it.

Well the vet looked me over and got all grim. You see the "bowl" is my spleen. My spleen is full of cancer and what's more I also got leukemia (not the viral one, but the blood cancer).

The last few weeks the cancer has been getting bigger, big enough that I look pregnant. There's nothing to be done for me since its in my blood. Yes it will kill me, but in the meantime I just want love. I purr all day and cuddle in the bed and I need lots of food!

I see all the letters I got and I am so thankful that so many people love me and understand...and that other people are seeing their beloved cats suffer through this long drawing down of the curtain. How we all wished that the things we love would just one day come to an end without something destroying them from within. Death by cancer is a true horror.

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