On top of all the crazy holiday stuff, our cat decided it was her time to not be a cat. It was a normal day, and I was busy doing my thing while the babe napped, and then, while enticing the wee tot with some pasta, I heard a noise. And, it was a noise that needed immediate attention.
You see, we recently discovered that our cat was deaf. She was old (like 110 in our years) and was starting to become a little more bothersome than normal. The hubs and I figured it was due to the changing temperature, the amount of food we were giving her – the fact that our child walks on her…
Neither one of us wanted to acknowledge that it was more so probably due to the fact that she was old. OLD.
When I met my husband, he had this cat. This cat was his GIRL. And, she knew it. I don’t think she fully accepted me until last year as a part of HER household.
I was so worried when I got pregnant that Delilah was going to start peeing in the corners, scratching the house to shreds or acting all crazy-like. Actually, Delilah was the one who let the baby grab her tail, touch her whiskers and seriously squash her.
She totally let our daughter get away with tons. And, I think she actually liked it.
So, today when I head her give some big-ol YEOOOOOWLS, I knew there was something going on. I mean, I know she’s deaf and all, but, wow, this was something else.
I found her at the bottom of the outside deck stairs, and she was sitting in an odd position. She couldn’t move. Her back legs weren’t working.
I knew this was bad.
I tossed the babe in the crib (because I knew she was safe there) and got out the flashlight (because it’s dark now) and found her. She didn’t fight me when I picked her up – which made me realize it was really bad. I knew at that moment things weren’t going to go well for the rest of the evening.
I called the hubs. He had a feeling.
We met up at the vet.
Within the hour we were forced to make the decision. Did we want to put our cat through potentially weeks of not knowing what was wrong, keeping her confined while doing blood tests, racking up hundreds of dollars of tests……
Yeah, I know some of you out there would do it. But, we aren’t you. We both knew in a moment and a quick look that this was it. This was the moment.
It was time to help our amazingly wonderful fantastic cat move on to the next part of whatever was to come for her.
We both bawled.
Thanks, Delilah, for almost 20-years of awesomeness. We all loved spending time with you, pulling your tail, bitching about all the f*cking black hair you left everywhere, and your ability to look good at all times.
I love you and miss you already.
I have two cats. One that my husband had before I met him over 10 years ago, and the other I picked up seven years ago because I thought having a kitten would be fun. Well, that kitten grew up, the other cat has gotten old, and now our cat pets are the topic of many discussions in our home.
When I got pregnant, I was so worried about the cats. That was “before.” Those of you that have kids and had pets “before” know what I’m talking about. You USED to slather your pets with attention (even if they acted like you didn’t exist) and go out of your way to do nice things for them – like buy fancy shmancy food and stuff. Were the cats going to be okay with the new addition to the family? Should I get a cat cover for the crib so they don’t want to snuggle with the baby? Are they going to scratch the babe – or bite her?
Our cats didn’t care a fig about us other than to make sure we fed them and opened the door to let them out. Neither one ever slept in the bed with us or snuggled with us on the couch – so they totally weren’t going to do that with a new wiggling screaming thing.
AND. If they didn’t like the addition of a new baby – tough. They’re cats. They’ll get over it.
Thankfully I didn’t invest in any cat screen covers or anything, and when we brought the baby home (the hubs even took the baby blanket home for them to smell the night before as suggested) they sure didn’t behave any differently. In the almost two years of our child’s life, only one cat has let her touch it, and we’ve figured it’s due to the fact that she can’t hear, or probably really see, anymore.
Our cats want to go outdoors all hours of the night, which keeps me awake the entire night, making me feel a bit crazy in the morning – like I’m breastfeeding an infant again. The old-deaf one walks about making this horrid yowling noise mainly because she can’t hear herself and because she feels she should be fed every five minutes. And, they scratch scratch scratch at everything.
Okay. Pets DO have wonderful benefits. They are adorable. They are soft and petting pets helps lower your stress level and increase your ability to bond and create healthy relationships. Interacting with pets also encourages activity – even if it’s dangling string in front of your kitty.
So, on the days that I’m ready to lock the cats out for good, I think about how cute they are, how the big old one lets our daughter pull her tail and even sit on her, and that the other wee one brings us snakes because she loves us.