I don’t blog much about my cat.
The poor fellow has been all but ignored since Cake first popped onto the scene circa four years ago. He became visibly alarmed when Trucker came home from the birthing center, with good cause. If he was ignored with just one kid, two kids pushed him even further down the family totem pole.
He’s such a sweet guy. He has only once scratched either of my children and that, in his defense, one time was because Trucker was waving a string in front of him and he was batting at it. Truck’s hand got in the way.
His full name is Domingo Perezoso Blanco De Marzo Henry [my last name hyphenated with my honey’s last name] Jr.
Domingo Perezoso means Lazy Sunday. He wasn’t lazy when I first brought him home from the vet where I adopted him 11 years ago. He was very puppy-like in fact. I had a long chain made of those little silver balls often used on key chains or as lamp pulls. We called it crazy string because it made Domingo go crazy with glee. He played fetch and would chase the crazy string up walls. He would also chase the other cat, Eli, around the house until she used her powerful chi to subdue him just by staring him down.
Once Eli passed away, Mingo grew very large and spend a lot more time sleeping. He started to live up to his name.
Today I found out that he is really sick. The vet said he seems to be in renal failure. He said that he may have eaten something poisonous. He took blood and told me he’d let me know the prognosis in the morning. He said it didn’t look good. He might not make it long enough to get the test reults.
So here I am feeling like a bad cat mommy. Even though I love him and he loves me. I put on the air conditioner and we’re sitting here together. I’m giving him love and petting him. I don’t need to be told I’m not a bad cat mommy. I just need to feel like I do right by him from here on out.