I think I am going to have to put my cat down. I am so upset with this revelation. She’s our baby…we’ve had her forever. She’s 15 going on 16 and not doing so well. She’s lost half her hair and she’s under weight. She’s always been a pukey sort of cat…she has a sensitive tummy. But lately she can’t hold anything down for very long. She vomits often through-out the day and she’s starting to have accidents through-out the house on the furniture. I have been stalling because she doesn’t appear to be in any pain. She’s still happy to curl up in your lap and purr at receiving attention. But I am starting to fear that my lack of action will get something destroyed, or worse, could get all of us killed.
Moments ago she vomited on the cables under Rick’s desk and almost caused a fire. The power strip and plugs is what she threw up on and if I wasn’t here I wouldn’t have heard the sizzling and popping of the cords. Nor would I have smelled the burning. I wouldn’t have been able to unplug them and deal with the mess. This isn’t the first time she’s done this. If only I could stop her from vomiting or peeing on the furniture and electronics. But she tends to hide during the majority of the day… always under the desks, behind the TVs…or other such places where there are electrical cords. (Why can’t she be partial to sleeping under the beds???) And at night she seems to have a fascination with climbing on the counters or the computer desks to vomit on the stove, the coffee pot or the computers, our laptops… my Ipod was almost puked on 2 nights ago…things that I don’t want to get ruined obviously. And yet I still don’t know what to do…I’ll have to talk to Rick today when he comes home and I am sure he won’t know either.
Why must our furry friends grow old?