My Remssion Is Over

Mom and Dad couldn't understand why I have been so finicky with my food lately. I can't explain that to them, other than they just aren't offering what I want. They thought I'd lost too much weight and so rushed me to Dr. C, our V-E-T.

First they weighed me and then they tortured me with all sorts of pokes and prods. I put my foot down when he looked in my ears and hissed real good at Dr. C. Unfortunately he wasn't the least bit offended, and kept saying "I know, I know". He told Mom he could feel another tumor deep in my belly and is about 99.9% sure the feline lymphoma is back. Fortunately there was no needle poke, but he explained all the options to Mom, to take home to tell Dad. He did give her a prescription of prednisolone and told her to call after they'd discussed it.

I weigh 10.5 pounds now and Mom says I'm very bony. At the very least the prednisolone (Cat prednisone) will make Me feel better, hopefully boost my appetite, and maybe shrink the tumor some. Dr. C says this could give Me a couple more months. The other route is shots, and pills, and lots of trips in the PTU, and stealing my bloods. That could give Me a year.

Mom and Dad are heartsick, but they don't understand that things are different to a Cat. Most of the time I feel great, I love to go outdoors, and I caught another chipmunk the other day. If I don't feel like it, I just take a nap.

The best part is that Mom gave me a whole piece of raw fish last night. I ate every bite so she says the prednisolone is working already. Plus, I now get to eat all the Party Mix Wild West Crunch treats I want! No more rationing!

Anyway, a trip to the V-E-T is always exhausting. If you don't mind, I'm going to catch a Catnap, right here on Mom's project so I can keep an eye on things.