Over the past couple months, Mommy Cat has had to wear a diaper.
What are YOU looking at?
Nothing to see hereIt was the only thing I could think of since she had, unbeknownst to us until it was beknownst to us, turned certain parts of the house into her secret peeing spots. Some really not so secret (like the time she got up on Court’s bed, looked at us for a while, and walked away, leaving a puddle on Court’s comforter), and it seemed it was only getting worse. I don’t think it was a behavioral thing. This is Mommy Cat; aka: Best Cat EVER. I think she just lost control. I guess that happens when you turn so old the cat/human conversion charts don’t even say how old you are because they don’t go that high.
That was my intro into my sad post du jour because Mommy has an appointment tomorrow morning at 9am with an orthopedist because she cannot walk anymore. I don’t think she’ll be coming home with us. I’ve been lying pathetically beside her all day. Her hips have been giving her problems for a while. She’s been getting arthritical (yes I know that’s not a word) and the diapers did not help with graceful feline maneuverings, but I didn’t realise how bad her hips had gotten until this morning. I went into the bathroom, prepared the diaper (infant diaper, scissors, hole in butt), and when Mommy stood up to greet me, she promptly fell over which made me laugh…in horror. You know how sometimes things are so shocking you don’t know what emotion gets first dibs? Well, she looked so freaking funny…stand up, back part flops over…and then I realised it was not that she had tripped or was stiff from sleep…she was unable to fully manipulate her back legs to the point of practical non-functionality.
Poor Court. He had grand ideas for today. Instead he’s been trying to hold me together while dealing with his own grief since he too loves Mommy Cat very much. I feel selfish but so very grateful that Court is here. I called my boss who was overwhelmingly sympathetic (and empathetic) and told me not to worry about tomorrow (work-wise) and now, while Mommy is sleeping in the last place her legs gave out (middle of living room), I write my post. Not sure if I’ll be able to write one come tomorrow. I hope she’s not in too much pain. Her breathing gets nice and smooth when she sleeps, so I’m hoping for lots of naps (which should be easy to come by, she being a cat and all). Sorry for the sorrowful post. On the completely brighter side of things, she has been around over 22 years so as far as cat lives go, she’s had a long and (I think) pretty awesome one. Mrow.
22 years is a long life for a cat. Still, it’s hard to watch them struggle as they get older. My kitties both lived to about 18 (which is also a pretty good life), but it was still really sad to see them go.
Hugs,
Kim