October 16th 2009 2:29 pm
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Although I made a valiant effort to hang on to my 9th life, the cancer that had ravaged my body finally took me on September 19, 2009. I told Roger (my human namesake) that I'm looking forward to reuniting with my sisters. You see, I'd been separated from them at a very young age, and I've been searching for them ever since. I am sad to leave this nice family, but will be so happy to be with my own family once again. Farewell, everyone!
August 14th 2009 7:11 pm
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So, for 14 years, I was a loyal cat to my human. I lived a pretty good life. Although I spent some of my time outdoors, I managed to survive and thrive.
But after I hit 14, I was taken to the vet. My human wanted to have me put to sleep. I'm not sure why. I guess maybe I was kinda missin' the target in my litterbox sometimes and stuff. Thankfully, the vet convinced my human to let him take me over to the animal shelter, so I got a reprieve!
But it was apparent to the shelter folks that I wasn't looking or feeling too good. After tests, it was determined that I have cancer. It's called CLL or chronic lymphocytic leukemia. The shelter saw to it that I got treatment, though, and I've been feeling a little better since!
The shelter has also helped me find foster homes. I sure appreciate all the nice foster folks who've taken me in! My current foster parents are my namesake Roger and his wife Tami. I live with several dogs and a knuckleheaded cat, aptly named Knuckles. The dogs are okay; they mostly leave me alone.
I like it here because I get to eat 7 or 8 meals a day! You see, I've lost a lot of weight because of my cancer. I wasn't even 6 pounds when I joined the Rog & Tami household. I've gained more than a pound since I've been here! They bring me a lovely moist meal every few hours, and if I get hungry between meals, I just go up to a human and say, "mmm-kow"! That's my way of saying, "feed me!!"
I also get supervised visits in the backyard! I'm not sure why a human always has to follow me around when I'm outside. After all, I managed fine on my own outdoors for all those years. But these people, I guess they don't believe in having "outside cats."
The only thing I don't like is that they give me medicine. Yuck! I'm being treated for a urinary tract infection ... hmm, maybe that's why I was having a hard time with the litterbox, hmmm? I also get Prednisone to help keep my appetite up. That's sure working!
As you can see, I've had my ups and downs recently. I don't know how many lives or how much time I have left. But I do know that I'm in a safe and comfortable place. I know that I'm loved. I know I can look forward to my next yummy meal. So things are looking pretty good right now.
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