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That's "quantum" in the "how many" sense....

Yesterday, I had two cats. There was Sandalwood -- an eight-year-old brown lap cat who, as soon as you sit down and clap your hands against your thighs, will come running into the room and jump on you, purring happily. And there was Shadow -- seventeen and a half years old, five and a half pounds weight. For most of the past year, she's been in a decline.

Shadow has three teeth left. She eats canned cat food, run thru a blender with a bit of water to a puree consistency. If its not thinner than applesauce, she won't eat it.
This past week has been rough for Shadow. She wet the bed -- while she, Phil and I were sleeping in it. She stopped eating. She lost her purr. I took her to the vet on Thursday to see if there might be something treatable going on: did she have a urine infection? What about a thyroid problem? The results, good under other circumstances, were not encouraging in these: the vet couldn't find anything wrong that we could treat. Her kidneys are getting worse, and that can be taking away her appetite.

We told many of our friends that we expected to take Shadow to the vet for the Goodbye Shot fairly soon. When she's awake, she walks in circles and cries loudly; it's tough to get her to sleep; she's not eating: if she's hurting and not enjoying life, it's time. Many friends came over the house today to say farewell. So many that I needed to go to the grocery store and pick up a few things.

When I got back home and parked in the driveway, I heard a meow coming from the weeds and shrubs between our house and our neighbor's. I took a few steps into the thicket, and the sound stopped. I imitated the sound, not sure if it was a cat or a squirrel; a fusillade of meows came back in response. "Meowmeowmeow!" (Translation: find me, mommy, find me, I'm here!) And out from under the fallen fence came a grey tabby fluffball, maybe 4 weeks old.

I thought the universe generally waited until the elder cat departed before setting you up again. Shows how much I know.

At this point, the kitten ("Umbra," until it lets us know better) is in solitary confinement in the basement, near the furnace. There's a hot water bottle, lots of towels, a ticking clock, food, formula, water -- and a rubber duckie offered by my nephew/godson. Sandalwood prowls the ground floor, feeling slighted and hoping for a lap. And Shadow is the madwoman screaming in the attic.

Next week, how many cats?

Date: 2006-10-23 11:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jeneralist.livejournal.com
Thanks... today Phil takes the littlest one to the vet to get checked out. Fingers crossed!

Date: 2006-10-23 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbear.livejournal.com
*HUGS* Umbra sounds adorabubble..

And, again, let me know, I'll be there. *BearHUGS*

Date: 2006-10-23 11:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jeneralist.livejournal.com
Thanks, hon.

Date: 2006-10-23 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dr-pretentious.livejournal.com
May Bast bless Shadow with whatever needs to happen. It looks like Bast already thinks well of your household, to send a kitten in need to you.

Date: 2006-10-23 11:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jeneralist.livejournal.com
It looks like Bast already thinks well of your household, to send a kitten in need to you.

Well -- it's like this.

Sandalwood was yowling at the bike rack at the general store across the street.

Spark, now in another family so that she can be an only cat, was in the shrubs across the street as the thunderstorm was moving in.

Someone left Shadow and her brother in a cage at the door of the first aid squad, figuring that anyone tenderhearted enough to volunteer for that would be tenderhearted enough for a cat. At the time, Phil an I were living with his parents, and there were 2 dogs and 3 cats in the house. We took the two new arrivals to the vet for a checkup, and the vet volunteered to find them homes. A month later, when my Dad took his cat to his new, cat-allowing home, I called the vet back and discovered that Shadow didn't have a home yet. Her brother was adopted by one of the vet nurses.

Sometimes I wonder if Bast has me on speed-dial.

Date: 2006-10-23 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jbsegal.livejournal.com
*HUG*HUG*

Date: 2006-10-23 11:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jeneralist.livejournal.com
Big hugs, little cats.

Date: 2006-10-23 09:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tigira.livejournal.com
*hug*
I know you'll be humane and kind and loving to Shadow. I know that Shadow is lucky to have a mistress such as you.

Umbra has found a good home, I'm sure.

Date: 2006-10-23 11:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jeneralist.livejournal.com
We tell ourselves that we don't have to take her in; as long as she finds a good home, it doesn't need to be with us. Sandalwood may have been looking forward to being an only cat.

Closer to the truth? We're pwned.

Date: 2006-10-23 12:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] selki.livejournal.com
*hugs*

Date: 2006-10-23 02:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bercilakslady.livejournal.com
*hugs* Umbra sounds adorable. I hope she finds a good home, even if it's not with you folks. Give Sandlewood and Shadow extra scratches for me?

Much as I miss your cats, I miss you folks a lot more. *morehugs*

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