Tinkerbell has skin cancer

Tinkerbell has skin cancer

My cat Tinkerbell has skin cancer. She is just a few months shy of being 5 years old. I adopted her after she was found wandering around a parking lot in 2003. She’s a good cat, and by that I mean that she is very loving, but like any cat, she can annoy the crap out of you…

Dana first noticed a lump on Tinkerbell’s side a while back, and I finally got around to calling a vet and asking about it. We took her in to have it removed, and after it was tested, they revealed that she had skin cancer. So right now, we need to watch her, and see if she develops any more lumps. They said she could within a few months, or years, and if it gets bad, we could get chemotherapy for her.

If money was no object, I’d consider it, but as it is, we can’t even afford to have the humans in the house see a doctor, so sadly, Tinkerbell is not going to be getting chemotherapy, and if she needs surgery in the future to remove another lump, that might not happen either. It’s a sad state of affairs, but it’s the reality we live in.

I’m hoping she pulls some “miracle cat” magic on us (nine lives and all that) and lives for many years with no more problems, but I’m not counting on it.

Just to add some fun into the mix, she managed to remove all her stitches on her own. We had the vet check it, and she didn’t manage to infect it. (That’s the “miracle cat” magic I’m talking about!) So now she has to wear the cone, which is always funny on TV, but it real life it’s just sort of sad.

When I was a kid, my family had a cat name Licorice, and that cat lived to be over 20 years old. I grew up with Licorice, and I honestly thought my kids would grow up with Tinkerbell, but like so much that is planned in life, things go awry and you just deal with it the best you can.

Note: Just a quick update, it’s January 2017, and she’s still alive.


Mouse Hunt (Sort of…)

So I’m in the office in the early morning, which happens to be in the basement, and Lucy the Cat is getting all buggy. I soon realize why when I hear noise in the ceiling. Crap. A mouse. This happened once before… Damn mice…

Sure, you would think with two cats in our house the mouse problem would be nonexistent, but you would be wrong. I put Lucy on top of the large metal cabinet where we last saw a mouse, and we wait. Finally! A small face appears in the crack between the ceiling and wall, right where the window is. (I’ve long ago caulked the window shut due to August flooding…) Lucy the cat and the mouse are now face to face, maybe 6 inches apart and… nothing. Lucy sort of stares at it, and it runs away. Thanks, Cat!

Later Tinkerbell (Cat Number 2) is trying to get behind the clothes dryer because she hears something. Now I thinking it’s more than one mouse, since, you know, we’re on the other side of the basement. I jump on the dryer and look and see something which appears mouse-like scurry away.

Mouse 2, Cats nil.

One more time down to the basement at night, and I see a tail right behind the door. A bushy tail… Too small for a cat’s tail. Well, it was no mouse, it was a baby squirrel. Well, my size 12 boots made short work if it! I’m kidding, you don’t kick (or stomp) baby squirrels. The little thing was no threat. It was lost and confused. I slowly put a bucket over it until I could get it out. Lucy came down and I showed her the baby squirrel and she was curious, but that’s about it.

I got some heavy gloves and a big glass jar and put Simon (yes, I named him Simon) inside. I showed the girls, and the cats, before I took it outside. I thought we should give Simon some nuts, but it was ultimately decided against, so there were no nuts for Simon.

I took Simon the Baby Squirrel out to the park behind our house and after I forced him to get out of the jar (I don’t think he wanted to) he scurried up a tree. Goodbye Simon!

Oh, Emma informed me it was a flying squirrel, and she should know since she did a report for school on squirrels.

Squirrels in the house is not uncommon I guess, though I’d keep them out of your bed. Supposedly flying squirrels were often pets. Of course I also discovered that one of it’s principal enemies is the cat. Flying Squirrel Central has more, and if you are looking for a great webmail application I highly recommend SquirrelMail