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About a Bear: Health update on the Best Cat Ever

Those of you who’ve followed me on social media for any length of time have seen photos of my three cats, Honey Bear, Lotus, and Tamarin. Today, Bear got some bad news at the vet.

I noticed a few weeks ago that Bear was a little gimpy on one of his back legs. It wasn’t that he was limping, exactly, but his leg kind of went out at an angle sometimes. Since he’d had complete blood work done at the vet not that long ago, and since he’s old enough that arthritis seemed a likely possibility, I started him on Cosequin (glucosamine chondroitin, specially flavored to be delicious if you’re a cat). He loved the stuff, and it did seem that he was noticeably better after he’d been on it for a bit. Arthritis, I figured, or perhaps a mild case of hip dysplasia (Bear is probably at least part Maine Coon, and they seem to be prone to this).

But he was still poking his leg out at that funny angle, and I was starting to think I ought to talk to his vet about it. Then a few days ago he was flopped over on his back getting a good long belly rub, and I felt an abnormal lump on his chest near his armpit (which I’m sure has another name on a cat, but you know what I mean). Uh-oh, I thought, and got a vet appointment scheduled.

Well, it turns out his “gimpy” leg is actually due to another lump that I hadn’t found myself, up near the top of the inside of his hind leg, near the groin area. The vet aspirated both lumps and under the microscope she clearly saw that the lump on his back leg contained abnormal cells. She’s not a pathologist, but she’s an experienced vet with good instincts, and she feels pretty sure my Bear has cancer.

Now, we could send the samples off to a veterinary pathologist for a more definite diagnosis. It would be expensive ($200 or more), and while I am happy to spend whatever it takes (even if it means taking out a loan) for my cats’ health, my vet and I talked about it and having a firmer diagnosis wouldn’t change our course of action. Bear’s an older fellow now (somewhere around 14 or 15), and he has a heart murmur that’s gotten a little worse over the past couple of years, so surgery is most likely not a good option for him. Standard treatment for osteosarcoma (which is what this probably is) is amputation of the limb, perhaps followed by some radiation and/or chemo. But in Bear’s case, the tumor is so high on his leg that they might have to take part of the pelvis as well, and regardless, it’d be serious surgery – and if the cancer has metastasized, which seems fairly likely, probably wouldn’t buy him all that much time. If he even made it through the surgery.

This sort of cancer is actually pretty rare in cats – my vet said she’s never seen anything quite like this in a cat, though she has in dogs – leave it to my Bear to be unique and different! She said she was going to do some reading and see if she could learn anything more, and of course I’ll spend some time online looking for authoritative information that isn’t so technical as to leave me in the dust. It’s possible that we will come up with some treatment options. It’s also possible that it will turn out to be benign, and stop growing, and he’ll just walk funny for the rest of his life. But, given that it seems to be progressing quickly so far (Dr. Hughes feels like she would certainly have noticed the lump if it had been there when she last saw him in July, plus he’s lost 3 pounds since then – he’s down to a little over 9 pounds now, which is skinny for a Bear), we’re probably looking at palliative care until his quality of life is no longer good enough for him to be happy and comfortable. I’ve got some pain medication for him – he doesn’t seem to need it now, but if he starts having pain on the weekend or sometime when I can’t get to the vet quickly, I’ll have a couple days’ worth just in case. Till then, we are just living day to day.

Portrait of Honey Bear the cat

Best. Cat. Ever.

I want to stress that Bear is feeling good for now. His eyes are bright and clear, his ears and tail are perky, his appetite is excellent, and he enthusiastically sharpens his claws on his corrugated scratcher and snuggles up on my lap & purrs just like he always has. I envy animals because, unless they are being chased by a predator or something, they pretty much don’t worry about mortality. All Bear cares about is whether he feels OK right now, and whether he’s getting the dinners and treats and belly rubs that he knows he deserves.

I could take Bear for a second opinion, etc. But my gut feeling is that my vet (who I have known and trusted for many years) is right. And while I’d prefer it if my cats all lived forever, none of us get that. (With the possible exception of Keith Richards, who shows every sign of being unkillable.)

Bear became a part of my life in December of 2002. I’d lost my 18-year-old cat Yoda to cancer a few months earlier, and by November I’d decided that I was ready to welcome a new cat into my home. I told my mom that for Christmas I wanted her to take me to the rescue where she’d adopted her cats, and we’d find me a baby kitten – I figured a baby kitten would be easier for my elderly diabetic cat Mudpuppy (who was around 14 then, I think) to adjust to.

But Mom just happened to visit her local animal shelter a few days after that discussion, and when we talked on the phone that day, she told me about the cat she’d met there. A big, full-grown, long-haired cat named “Tigger” who was incredibly laid-back, and who was such a staff favorite that one shelter worker who was allergic to cats had welts all over her arms because she loved him so much that she could not resist picking him up and cuddling him all the time. I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was in love with this cat and that he was something special, so I said, why don’t you give them a call and put in an application for him? But you want a baby kitten, she said. He’s not a baby kitten. Never mind that, I said, call the shelter before they euthanize him or something! Well, my mom didn’t even bother saying goodbye to me – as soon as I used the e-word she was in too much of a hurry to call the shelter. 🙂

Because I would be the one actually adopting the cat, the shelter had me send in an application via email. After I described my life as a cat person, giving Mudpuppy his two insulin shots a day and all, they were pretty eager to let me have Mr. “Tigger.” (The email response to my adoption application came back really fast: “You are SO approved.”) Honey Bear – “Tigger” just didn’t fit his big, fluffy, ultra-laid-back self at all – got neutered and stayed at my mom’s for a few weeks until I could pick him up at Christmas. Best Christmas present ever. (And I agree that you should never give animals as Christmas presents. But this wasn’t a surprise present or anything – Mom just found him and facilitated the adoption!)

Bear has enormous paws, gorgeous green eyes, and the sweetest heart that ever beat inside a cat. I love and adore him, and he will get the best possible care and the most possible love for however much time he has left on this planet.

Oh yeah, and you may also know him as Santa Cat (he looks a little like David Crosby in a Santa hat here, I think):

Smiling cat in a Santa hat.

Santa Bear. NOT photoshopped!


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Greetings from the Polar Vortex

photo of icy treesAnd greetings to anyone who might still be following this blog! Yes, it’s true, I’ve been frozen in the polar vortex… we haven’t had it as bad here as folks just a few miles to the north, because when the storm came through on Sunday we skated right on the rain/snow line for quite a few hours. I woke Sunday morning to about two inches of snow, but then it changed over to rain… and sleet… and slush… and snow… and freezing rain… and some big fat white globs that rocketed straight down from the sky and looked for all the world like a giant horde of birds was flying over and pooping on us. Every time I looked out the window, we were getting different precipitation. I fully expected frogs to start falling from the sky at some point.image of radar display showing precipitation

Eventually it started to change back over to snow, and I went outside to clear the 2-3 inches of pure gross slush off my windshield and other parts of the car before it froze solid overnight. That was a very, very smart move on my part. This morning I saw a guy across the street trying to chip about 2-3 inches of pure gross frozen-solid slush off the windshield of a mini-van with what looked like a kitchen spatula. He was also not wearing a hat (the temperature was hovering around 5 below zero at that point), so I’m thinking he might not have been the sharpest snowflake in the tundra. But I felt a little smug as I looked out at the perfectly clear windows of my own car.

Anyway, to make a long story short (too late, right?), the temperature dropped below zero shortly after midnight Sunday night/Monday morning, and stayed there until around 11 am on Tuesday. We didn’t get the foot of snow that Indianapolis got, but our roads are covered with bumpy frozen slush, which has its own … er … joys? Campus was officially closed both Monday and Tuesday, which was fantastic, as I am relatively sane and didn’t really want to venture outside in the 30-below-zero wind chill. I have been very, very lucky in that my furnace never gave out on me, I never lost power (a lot of people did), and my pipes didn’t freeze. It was on the cool side in the house even so, but I bundled up in fleece and blankets and enjoyed the heated throw I bought on Saturday for the occasion – as did the cats. I have basically spent most of the last three days underneath various combinations of lap cats. It’s been very, very nice.

3 cats on top of electric blanket

note the box in the background, which has not been opened & contains a brand new space heater bought for the occasion. If my furnace had given out during the polar business, I was PREPARED.


High Hopes album artSome people bake cookies when they have a snow day… I apparently write album reviews. If you’re interested in knowing what I think of the new Springsteen album, you can read my review over at Blogness on the Edge of Town. It won’t surprise anyone that I mostly like the album; when I write about music I’m actually less interested in the kind of review that pins the album with a certain number of stars or whatever, and more interested in just delving into it and asking “what’s going on here? what does the artist’s intention for this music seem to be, and does he succeed?” Especially with someone like Springsteen, who’s earned my respect and trust as an artist over the years, I make the assumption that he knows what he’s doing; I am more interested in examining the trajectory of the album and poking at it to find out what makes it tick. I’m not articulating this very well, I think. And I’m not really a music reviewer; to the extent that I have a strategy for doing that sort of thing, it comes more from what I’ve learned about workshopping poetry than from anything else. Anyway, I have a lot of thoughts about the album that didn’t make it into what I wrote, so stay tuned for more, perhaps.

Stay warm and safe out there, everyone – if you go out, wear your hat and mittens and for goodness’ sake clear the snow off of ALL your car windows before you drive! (I shoulda been a mom, huh?)

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Belated Caturday

Hard to believe, I know, that I’ve had this blog up for over one month without a cat photo.

Image of cat pushing her head through the window blinds

Tamarin, honey, this is why we can’t have nice things.

Happy belated Caturday – and a happy belated second adoption anniversary to Tamarin (pictured above)!

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