Thursday, April 19, 2012
The entire month of January was spent taking my cat back and forth from my vet and the Veterinarian Hospital University of Pennsylvania to confirm that my cat had an iris melanoma (she did), and try to determine if cancer had spread to the rest of her body (it appears not!).
After many weeks and vet visits, her left eye was removed. She spent four days recovering on hardcore kitty cat morphine. For those four days when she was completely out of it, she was sequestered in my bathroom for her own safety. I camped out in the bathroom with her 24-hours a day to make sure she was eating and drinking, and to keep her company. I'd do just about anything for my sweet kitty, even sleep with my head next to a toilet.
I'm happy to report that kitty recovered very well. Also, animals are amazingly unselfconscious creatures, and really don't give a hoot if they only have one eye. It's back to normal kitty activities around here, like, napping!
About the same time I started sleeping in the bathroom with my cat, I caught a cold (not from the bathroom, but from my partner). It was the worst cold I can remember having in quite some time. I was sick for three weeks. I then had a four or five day reprieve, and promptly caught another cold. I cried in frustration. From the start of one cold to finish of the next, I was sick for more than a month. That was how I spent February.