Monday, February 12, 2007
This is Baby. He was Mom's kitty before she got me, so I guess you could say he was the big brother I never knew. Abby's Debra's post on Sunday about Sharky made Mom think of Baby. Her eyes used to water a lot when she thought of him, but not so much any more. He was a young male who strolled through her backyard one day a few years back, and adopted her. He was always an outside kitty, though Mom and Dad let him in every night for a few hours. He was Dad's couch buddy, he would sleep with Dad on the couch for hours, especially weekend afternoons. Mom said Baby was a mellow fellow, and never bothered the other ferals outside (some bean had already taken care of his goody bag before he adopted Mom).
But one day he got bit, and a month or so later started losing weight and his coat looked awful, and he itched all the time. The vet thought it was just an allergy, and gave him a cortisone shot and some antibiotic pills. Mom and Dad would cut the pill in half and Dad would hold him while Mom shoved a pill down his throat. He was actually very tolerant of this. He seemed to get better, and Mom was pleased. But then he started to lose weight again. As you see in the picture, when he adopted Mom, he was a big heathy boy kitty of about 15 pounds of all muscle. But when Mom took him to the vet a second time, he was down to 9 pounds. After some tests, the vet told Mom he had FIV and lymphoma in his tummy. But he wasn't in pain, and was still eating. So she took him home. But it was hard, and she watched him slowly waste away.
Mom and Dad had a Siamese years ago, and made a decision that when it was Baby's time to go to rainbow bridge, they would get a Siamese. Thats how they got me. Mom tells more of the story on my catster page, so some of you may already know it. Mom tells me he was a great kitty, and we would have gotten along great. Too bad I never got to know him.