This is the question mamma asks us each morning when my
sister and I are longingly looking at her as she leaves for work.
We know she hates leaving us to go to work. Part of the reason she agreed to
keep Stivali years ago was for me to have a playmate, as I was alone for 16
months after my brother
King Kismet passed away.
Ma has to go to work so she can buy us toys, food, treats, blankets, and
catnip. We never have a shortage of any of these items at our house.
I would have been a movie star or a therapy cat had life allowed. Then I would have contributed to our household needs. I would have been very
good at either occupation. I am extremely friendly and loving. I have been
called a “Love Sponge” by many people. I just eat up all affection and ask for
attention daily. As for acting, I think I could have been a big star. I would
have brought happiness and joy to many people’s lives if I was an actor or a
therapy cat. I know this.
The past couple of weeks, I have been tired and have not been as loving
to anyone. I am not very talkative or active. I cannot eat crunchy food or
treats anymore. I have skipped breakfast for a few days now and it makes mamma
sad. I am just not as hungry as I once was, and must now maintain a soft food
diet.
I had a good weekend, though. I purred and cooed and hung out with Stivali and
ma, and we watched television together and it was a very nice weekend. Aunt Cheryl visited us and it was very nice to
see her, too. It was a good weekend.
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| Sunday was a good day. I was happy and cozy. |
Monday morning, I could not go down the stairs. They wind me and exasperate my
CHF symptoms – specifically, my heavy breathing. I have a precise method of walking, all cats
do. It is called “direct registering”, wherein our hind paws fall
almost exactly into the place our fore paws did before. We cats walk like this to remain quiet and reduce
the sightings of tracks. Plus, we are more stable in our footing as our fore
paws have already felt out the upcoming steps for our hind paws. Pretty brilliant
we are. However, this causes me to have to bolt up the steps or barrel down
them. This is not good for my weak heart.
Mamma brought my food and water bowl upstairs for me. She also brought
downstairs a litter box, just in case I came downstairs while she was at work
and I couldn’t make it back upstairs.
All day I was shifting my position to find the most comfortable way to sit and
relax. I did not sleep much at all, which is not normal cat behavior. I was
uncomfortable all Monday and it led to a very hard evening. My labored
breathing caused me to wheez, and I now make noise with each exhalation. This
stinks. Monday, I did not eat, but did
end up vomiting bile and foamy liquid which caused my ma to start crying
uncontrollably. This stinks.
Today, my labored breathing kept me in bed for most of the
day. I did not go downstairs for breakfast, and mamma administered my meds in
the bedroom for the second day in a row. I did eat a minimal amount of soft
food, but I stayed by myself upstairs for most of the day. This stinks.
At 4 o’clock, my Nonno Tony came to visit me,
and as soon as I heard his voice I went downstairs to greet him. He gives me really strong head pets and I really like them. J
At 5 o’clock my Zia Marcella stopped by to see me so I really was social and
happy for a couple of hours. Mamma was excited as I began to purr for the first
time since Sunday night. Once everyone
left, I retreated back upstairs to be left alone and to rest. ☹
All I keep thinking about is at least ma will have my little sister when I go.
I realize she is a Tuxedo, and Tuxedos are said to be very clever but they show
less affection compared to Maine Coons. Tuxedos are infamous for having numerous
momentary dealings with cats and humans, so that is going to be very different
for my ma. I was loving all of the time, until I got sick.
Since I am not feeling so well, I will share some of my mamma’s favorite photos
of me when I was healthy. Before the CHF diagnosis.
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| My sister and I relaxing, 2012. |
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| Contemplating life in 2011. |
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| Enjoying a sun puddle. Circa 2012. |
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| Ma entered this into a pet photo contest and was shocked we did not win. 2013. |
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| From that same photo shoot. |
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| She made a dirty joke about this one - like I got caught doing something I shouldn't. 2014. |
