I suppose it’s time to make the official announcement… Poor old Kitty was diagnosed with a brain tumor this week. Because she’s older than dirt, she is not an ideal candidate for any aggressive treatments. So my human will be giving her medicine to make sure she’s comfortable and happy, and my time is going to be spent making sure she is well-groomed for as long as she has left. There’s no way to know if she has weeks or months, but I am committed to focusing my attention on her.
I think our vet might be an idiot (more on that later) so I’ve researched the internet extensively. Unfortunately, the diagnosis and treatment plan does seem to be correct. I’m very sad that the tumor can’t be surgically removed, because I found the COOLEST thing for Kitty to wear while recovering from brain surgery – a pink helmet from Zoomer Gear. Maybe I’ll order one for her anyway, because I think she would LOVE it.
Despite the fact that our vet appears to be correct about Kitty’s noggin, I do have serious doubts about his intelligence. The reason I’m concerned is that he seems to think that Kitty’s sudden decision to love me on February 27, 2012 after hating me for years is the first visible “symptom” of her brain tumor. How could that possibly be a symptom? Who could NOT love Pedro the Cat??? Hmph.
Please don’t be sad for Kitty. She has lived a long, happy life. (Really, how many American cats are old enough to VOTE?) She is comfy and happy now, and I’m going to take very good care of her. And when I’m not grooming her I plan on writing some posts celebrating Kitty’s long life.