My daughter and I are both ill, and Pancake (our youngest cat) went missing on Thursday.
In the past few days, Spaz (our senior kitty) has been displaying hind-end weakness. She almost creeps on her hind legs at times. We've known her since at least 1997, and she wasn't a baby then. Spaz has lived with us since 2001, when I pulled her off the street to keep a teenage psycho from killing her. The cats were disappearing in the area; he'd admitted to killing one and been seen stalking Spaz. In the past few months, she'd been sleeping more and not interacting as much with the other cats. I'm sensing tiredness from her, and hope I've got the courage to do what is right before her life becomes one she doesn't want to live.
We also found a dead cat across from our driveway. DD thought it was Kitkat, a stray we'd been helping, and was very upset. Kitkat walked up to the house around 10 that night, so we know it wasn't him. It was a tuxedo cat, like Kitkat and Pancake, but she insists it wasn't Pancake.
Oh, what a week!
