Posted on Nov 25, 2014 in Uncategorized | 0 comments
Talk about a rough start, Pi had one. She’d been abandoned as a kitten by her owners and left to fend for herself. Born with only one eye and no depth perception, survival was almost impossible. Bedraggled, drenched, she was found by college students in the middle of a terrible thunderstorm – one of the worst in a long time – and taken to the local cat shelter. I had just lost one of my long-time four-footed companions. Bay had also had a rough start. She’d been with me through a lot, and I was missing her terribly. So I went in search of a new kitten.
I found her in one of the last cages, probably because of her missing eye. At the time they called her Bandit, but that name never fit her, at least not to me or her. I called her Pi, because she was my one-eyed pirate cat, and because she was piebald – large white silky patches of fur with multi-colored dark patches mixed with a little gold. She answered to that name right away.
From the beginning, she had personality, stealing the little strainer from the bathroom sink. It became a game. She’d work to get it out then bat it down the stairs. If I didn’t notice, she’d call until I did. I’d find it, then toss it up the stairs, and she’d chase it. Sometimes I’d put it back in the sink. Within an hour or so, I’d hear it tumbling down the stairs.
Now we have a strainer in the downstairs sink, so she’s taken to fishing that one out and calling to me to let me know she did it. She also loves chasing rubber bands. I shoot it across the room and she chases it. Sometimes she even fetches it back, dropping it at my feet so I can shoot it again.
After the recent cold snap and snow, we put up curtains, and she’s taken to playing hide and go seek, poking her head out from beneath them when I ask “Where’s Pi?”
She’s always affectionate, washing my hands thoroughly when given the opportunity. She also licks my toes when I’m in the bathroom. *laughing*
Pi has so much personality that I put her in one of my books. I needed a familiar for one of my characters, and Pi was just perfect for the role.
She’s also very forgiving and very generous – although she wasn’t too sure when I brought that boy-cat (Tango) home. I’d found him trying to scavenge a bitty morsel of food out of a bag from McDonalds. She and Tango now take turns trying to catch the frog (he’s in a tank). However, since she had no depth perception, she can only really see the frog when he’s moving.
Her generosity showed the most, though,when someone threw a kitten to our dogs. She not only took the kitten in, but mothered her.
She loves treats, and has to have some in the morning, more in the afternoon and just before bed.
When I first got sick, and the medications they were giving me gave me a bad reaction, she spent a lot of time curled up with me, giving me as much loving as she could.
As loving as she is, though, she’s also very independent, deciding when she’d be a lap cat and when she wouldn’t.
So, when she didn’t want her treats, I knew it was unusual. Even more so when she climbed into my lap and stayed there. Lethargy wasn’t Pi’s style. So, I called the vet, thinking it was something she ate.
The veterinarian didn’t seem too concerned, until she started palpating Pi’s abdomen, and Pi tried to crawl into my lap. The surprise and dismay on the vet’s face gave me the bad news. (She’s a wonderful vet.)
It turns out that Pi and I have a lot in common – we’re both healthy-looking but very sick. (I have advanced liver disease.) Pi has mass in her abdomen, it may be and probably is cancer. They gave her steroids in the hopes that it will shrink the mass. The vet told me if she starts to show symptoms again, I’m to bring her in for another dose. She also said I’ll know what to do when the time comes. Me, I keep visualizing the mass shrinking. And I hope.
She’s only four, that’s twenty-eight in human years. She’s still young. So I ask folks to think of her, send healing vibes and prayers.
In the meantime, the steroid shot has perked her up and brought my Pi back. All I can do is hope, and give her as much love as I can for as long as I can.
Valerie Douglas is a prolific writer and genre-crosser, much to the delight of her fans. She reads and writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and as V.J. Devereaux, erotic romance. Who knows what will pop up down the road!Happily married, she's companion to two dogs, three cats and an African clawed frog named Hopper who delights in tormenting the cats from his tank.Valerie Douglas is the co-founder and one of the administrators of the 11,500+ member Indie Author Group - supporting writers around the world.She blogs at her own blog, The Indie Author Group, [email protected] Author Group and Two Midlist Indies.