17 years ago this September some neighbor kids brought a kitten to me. She was the most pathetic looking thing. She was pretty clearly starving, but she had the most gorgeous chocolate brown fur. I took her in, and nursed her back to health. As it happens, that was probably the night I got pregnant with my daughter, and she was pretty much my soul companion through that pregnancy because my partner walked out shortly after that.
Cocoa has been an amazing character. She was bound and determined that she would never go hungry again so she became an amazing hunter. For the first several years I had her she caught most of her own dinner. This was fortunate because it turns out she also has some kind of severe food allergies that almost killed her when she ate the stuff I provided. We got it figured out but it was touch and go for a while there.
Cocoa also has a kind of mean sense of humor. There was a neighbor who had yellow lab that spent a lot of time chained up outside. Cocoa used to sit washing about 4 inches from where that chain maxed out and just watch as the dog tried to hang himself. The one neighbor she used to visit was terrified of cats. She was leery of every other person except family. Back in the day she weighed in at about 11 pounds.
The last couple of years she hasn’t moved as well. Instead of the 8 foot leaps to grab a bird out of the air she started having to climb up the bed, but other than that and a tooth she lost years ago she has been in pretty good shape. She doesn’t really want to hunt anymore. The rare occasions she has gone out the last couple of years she tends to find a sun spot and have a nap. She doesn’t have the muscle mass anymore so she has lost some weight, she was down to 8.75 pounds in September, but she doesn’t look sick. All said she wasn’t the cat she used to be, but then again she is seventeen, or pretty close to it, and seemed to be doing really well.
About three weeks ago something changed. We aren’t sure what. Maybe she got sick. What I do know is that she started hiding, at first in my room and later on the ducts in the basement. I took her to the vet, who had to put her under to do an exam, but she found nothing. She is down to 8 pounds but could have been a bit dehydrated. The only thing we can think is that the cat we rescued last August maybe bounced on her and scared her. He is running about 14 pounds, and would have just been trying to play, but the old Cocoa wasn’t scared of anything, just cautious.
So here we are. Cocoa is living in my closet. The vet says give her some space and maybe she will come around. Let her live there if she wants. We have been giving her tinned food and she has been going through about 9-12 oz of cat food a day. We moved the litter box in there and some water. I have been sneaking Glucosamine/Chondroitin snacks into her food. The thing is that my cat of almost 17 years hisses at me when I get near. I am not even sure what to do.
I did ask about kitty Prozac but the vet says wait to see if just giving her space helps, and to be perfectly honest, the idea of pilling her just makes me sad. She would never forgive me, as it is it seems she is not forgiving me for taking her to the vet.
I miss my cat.