"Feline" Fine

Just because I have cancer doesn't mean that I am not the same cat I always was. Sure I sleep a lot, but maybe not more than usual, maybe a little bit more. I'm feeling a little skinnier these days, but my appetite for kibble has been pretty good all things considered. I am missing all the teeth on my left side you know. Mom has been treating me to dumping the kibble out on the couch so that I can eat where I sit.

Some may call that lazy, I say they're jealous...

My tumor has really been bothering me lately. I was hoping the fact that I got my stitches removed last week that I would be more comfortable. Well I say you try having a lump on your face that you can see with your own eye! It's hard to resist the temptation to extend my hind quarter around to my face and scratch away. Impossible even.

Mom catches me and asks me to stop, I have to abide.

Yesterday was a big day sort of, I felt a little frisky for the first time in a while. To be fair, I have never been a very playful kitty. I will always willing to come and sit on your lap before I will bat around a fake mouse. Please, I'm too good for all that, even laser pointers.

Anyway, Mom and Dad got a wild hair and decided that the crappy couch that Mom has had for almost five years had to go. Now you can't just dump a couch. I mean I guess you can, but it's sketchy and wrong. Dad said they could take it apart and throw out the pieces. So they did, or rather Dad did. I was enthralled about the whole process. I wasn't even scared when the hammer was making all that noise. I crawled all around the mess. At some point the wiring underneath made this perfect kitty tunnel. I felt like a kitten again!

I'm still on my Palladia. I think everyone has a different opinion as to its effectiveness as far as my tumor being larger or smaller. All I know is that it isn't gone and that's what would make me happy.

My supplement for my, er, um.. eh-hem; defecation, doesn't seem to be working all that well. Although mom hasn't been giving it to me as often as they said to. She has to open up my mouth and force it in, so I think that's why she hasn't been and not to mention it's possibility of giving me diarrhea...

For now I lay sleeping on Dad's dresser on top of a pile of clothes. I had a nice day sleeping on the bed with the windows open and the sun on my fur. Tomorrow I go to the vet again, but I don't know that yet!