Goodnight, Sweet Angel

My almost-seventeen-year-old Siamese has always been a bit of a handful. She began her life as a beguiling stray I retrieved from a rubbish bin in a former workplace. She was no bigger than my palm and not yet old enough to be weaned when I found her. I have no idea what happened to her mother.

It took me three years to convince Angel that she did not need to crawl inside the kitchen garbage bin in search of scraps. Often. I would arrive from work to find Samantha, my three-year-old Korat, sitting in front of the kitchen garbage can waiting for me to collect Angel, who sometimes emerged from her foraging looking the worse for wear. Once, she had tomato sauce on her head. Another time, it was chocolate on her front paw. I quickly learned to dispose of my trash daily so as to avoid these episodes.

Meanwhile, Samantha took Angel in hand and showed her how to be a proper fastidious feline. The two became inseparable. After Sam's death in 2008, Angel cried every night for a year. Never a large cat, Angel has always been thin but old age has made her bony. A thyroid problem, discovered two years ago, complicates her health, as does feline upper respiratory virus. Additionally, however, Angel's temperament is problematic because she is medication averse and has quit eating the special YD food her vet prescribed to control her thyroid. She prefers her Hills Science Diet and normally eats three to four meals of this daily.

Siamese are quite "talkative" and Angel is no exception unless she is ill. The normal trills of friendly greeting or the persistent meows indicating hunger or thirst pale against myriad purrs, head bunts and small licks she regularly bestows on me; her favourite place to sleep is on my feet. Unfortunately, she is a light sleeper and regularly attempts to awaken me at four in the morning, a situation I loathe.

This weekend neither the other cats nor I have gotten much sleep. Friday night, Angel sequestered herself beneath my bed and began low pitched crying. I called the vet and had her seen only to be told we would need to wait until Monday when the results of the latest blood work are due back from the lab. After vomiting twice, her crying and lack of eating continued into this afternoon when an injection administered to settle her stomach took effect and she was able to sleep.Thank God her veterinary technician makes house calls.

I will attempt some shut-eye myself and hope that this is nothing serious.

 Until Next Time...