I am Cat Mom to two cats,
and I refer to myself as “Mama” to them and other pets I take care of.
Life at the Stanton household is strange lately.
Our oldest cat Tiger is either
having a cold or is dying.
About a week ago Tiger woke me up from sleep
with coughing, different than coughing up a fur ball.
Friday night Dave and I ate our supper in peace
because for once Tiger didn’t pester us for a handout.
He wasn’t even near our table.
(He is a cat but sits up like a dog when begging, which is at every meal.)
Then on Saturday I knew something was up with Tiger.
I was having lunch in my recliner,
and I was delighted to see Tiger jump up again.
(He hadn’t slept on the bed the night before like always,
and I hardly saw him.)
But he actually, really, truly, ignored
the piece of meat I offered him. He jumped down without eating meat.
This is not like Tiger.
He will be 16 years old on April 18th.
I know that when cats are sick,
they often hide.
I hope it’s just a cat cold
and nothing worse.
How does a cat die?
The other cats we’ve had
died by the age of five,
and they had had to be euthanized.
It is now 1:41 a.m. and I’m writing this in my office.
Unable to sleep,
I got up and did happen to see Tiger near his water bowl.
(This is the second night in a row Tiger did not sleep near me.)
Micah, his “brother” and my younger cat,
is in the office with me and crying a lot.
Maybe he also senses that something is amiss?
I pray Tiger will be okay.
Thank you for your concern.