Monday, January 24, 2011
The Prettiest Kitty I Know
Ellie Mae the Fat Cat....aka Cindy Crawford (she has a beauty mark...above her lip) has been a fixture in the house for the past 12 years.
Fiercely independent and not at ALL interested in cuddling or being a lap cat, she's pretty much ruled the roost. We lovingly referred to her as Ellie Mae the Fat Cat because...well...she was FAT!! A big FAT BLOB!
Though independent, she's always been a fan of accompanying me in the sewing room. She loves to tear thru the room when I have blocks laid out on the floor...just to mess them up.
She also likes to pose on every quilt once it's done. Regularly trying to build her self esteem, I always tell her that she's the prettiest kitty I know.
But things are not good for Miss Ellie Mae. I took her to the vet last summer because we had sudden weight loss...and LOTS of hair loss. Several hundreds of dollars later...the tests they ran all came back "fine". HUH? C'mon...there's something wrong!
Poor Ellie Mae is now a walking skeleton pretty much. The vet has now conceded that she believes Ellie has intestinal lymphoma and will die.
I don't know how long she has. The vet doesn't know. Ellie doesn't know. She's started some unsavory behavior...namely using the bathtub as her very own personal litter box...and also going freely on any tiled surface. This is very annoying! Never has she not gone anywhere other than her litterbox in all of her 12 years.
We've been told to just monitor her "good days" vs her "bad days" and then decide when her time has come. How in the WORLD do you distinguish good v bad days!? And how in the world do you decide you've had enough of the unsavory behavior and it's time?
I certainly don't want to see her suffer. Yet I feel so guilty taking her in and saying "Okay...she's gone in the bathtub for the LAST time." She has fallen off of the back of my chair...nodding off to sleep and lost her balance. Otherwise she walks around like a skeleton, chatting us up every now and then.
Decision-making of this nature....not my strong point. I find myself trying to put some distance between her and me...as if that would make it any easier. *SIGH*
For now...I have a skinny cat named Ellie Mae...and she is the prettiest kitty I know!