Kitten has been with me through … well, everything. I rescued her from the Humane Society the summer after I graduated high school 19 years ago (yes, I know I just leaked how old I am). She was a 6 month old ball of fluff and was stretching her arm out of the cage trying to reach me. Her eyes were pleading, and I knew I had to take her home.
Now she hasn’t always been known as Kitten. Originally, she had one of my favorite girl names; and as it turns out, the same name we eventually gave our unnamed child a few years down the road. The cat obviously owned it first, and when the child was born, we agonized over naming her, and eventually settled with a name and we knew we liked — the one the cat had.
I couldn’t call them both the same name (too confusing). So the unnamed child won the name, and the cat became Kitten.
I know I’m weird, but that’s just how it worked out, and she has been the best cat ever. All she has ever wanted wanted was to snuggle up with you, and she even loves to play fetch (and after spending buku bucks on expensive cat toys, we found out she loves the stick-on bows that go on gifts). When we brought Baxter in, she was fine with him, and has even tolerated raising three pups through the years.
In fact the only act of hostility we ever witnessed came during our family game nights. For some reason, whenever we played Trouble (we think it was the dice in the plastic bubble), Kitten would stealthily come around, dive in, bite the $*!# out of your hand, and then sprint back to cover. Weirdest thing… We eventually stopped playing that game because it upset her so much.
One time, about 9 years ago, she stopped eating and started throwing up bile for days. We took her to the vet, they did an x-ray, and identified a blockage. We had to do surgery on her and found out she had eaten a mini Barbie guitar (the other favorite thing to play fetch with)! Other than that she has been healthy for the last 18 years.
Kitten has been fat, really “chubby” (18 lbs fat) for years. The last two years, however, she has been losing weight steadily. Everyone told me this happens the older cats get. This last year alone she has lost over 5 lbs. I took her into the vet the other day and she was diagnosed with having hyperthyroidism. She was down to 6 lbs! I knew she had gotten lighter, but she is so fluffy you couldn’t tell she was that thin.
She has a small tumor on her thyroid that is causing her metabolism to go through the roof and fly through the calories (apparently this is not something that I am suffering from). She has recently been hysterically hungry and thirsty practically all of the time, and now we understand why.
On Monday, after more lab work, they sent us home with some high-dollar, medicated, wet, smelly, cat food. Hopefully this will work, and we won’t have to give her pills (have you tried to give a cat pills? If you want to keep a cat from scratching out your eyeballs, hope that you never have to do it).
They said other than the thyroid thing, she looks pretty remarkable for a 19 year old cat. They said she probably wont gain too much weight back, but hopefully she won’t lose any more.
So that’s it, now you know our entire household. You have never seen a more pampered pack of animals!
Every single one of them popped into our lives unexpectedly, but our lives our more richly blessed for them being here. Sure, when I step out of bed in the morning I might step onto a coughed-up hairball or a needle-sharp rawhide, but the joy they give my family outweighs the all the gross stuff.
I would love to see some of your furbabies. Please post some pictures on my Facebook page. I might even feature some of the photos on an upcoming post!
Speaking of something unexpected, here is a little night stand I did in an unexpected way. When I got this piece, it was filthy and needed some work. I painted the bottom with a hot pink DIY chalkpaint. I painted the top white and then taped off stripes on the top. I then painted those black and I coated it with a clear wax. This would be darling in a little girl’s bedroom!