Everything seemed okay, but....

'Morning Kit,

Hasn't it been wonderful to watch all of the birds outside our window at the feeders and the bird bath?

You've had a great week during which you spent many hours in the sun on the deck. I don't think that you even heard the birds around you as it seems like you could be losing your hearing.

Yesterday was sad, huh? We found a beautiful blue jay with an injured

wing hopping around the back yard. We told our neighbors about it and then made a decision as to what we should do. We had to do the right thing as this was going to serve as a lesson for the children living next door who grace our lives. After a 3-hour round trip out to the Wild Life Sanctuary at Tuft's University I returned home to tell the children that sadly the little bird had passed on. At least he was safe and not in pain anymore.

When I came home, I found you bleeding again. Kit, what is this all about? Aren't the steroids working? Just when everything seems to be okay with the birds singing, the squirrels chasing each other through the backyard and you seemingly blissful, it all changes.

Please stop hiding under the bed (that's a bad sign) and come out to eat your breakfast.

Love,

Sharon

Mrrrrr...this is you kit!

Okay, so this basically how you've been most of the time since our last post two weeks ago! I've been wondering what is going on in your head while trying to remember that senior citizens sleep a lot!

Upon seeing you the other day in your habitual reclining position, a visitor remarked that perhaps this situation wasn't the kindest thing.

What situation, what kindest thing? Of course, the "kindest thing" was the reference to steriods. Well, so you're 16, 17 something and have a chronic disease that may be cancer, but we can't do anything invasive.

You still got up everyday to eat, use the litter box and then back to bed. So Kit, imagine my surprise when you came into the computer room yesterday like Snow White awakening from a dream. Imagine my surprise when you demanded to get up on my lap. Imagine my surprise when you slept on my head again last night. Imagine my surprise when you did a long mrrrrrr while washing my face this morning. Imagine my surprise that you are now walking around the living room searching for the perfect perch in front of the living room window.

Imagine my surprise when a class that I am presently teaching told me last night that they were going to miss me when they had to say goodbye next week. Imagine my surprise when I told them that I was going to miss them too.

Life's funny that way, huh, kit? It's just one surprise after another!

Love and mrrrrrrrr(s) to you my darling kit!

Sharon