WHILE TO LOAD
Chibi at age 21 (September 1999) is down to 1.6 kilos, but she still
looked pretty good for
a geriatric cat that had so many things wrong with her.
And she was still smart (well, in cat terms, anyway).
For example, she not only had a good sense of smell (no hearing though).
She also expected there to be food when she saw US eating.
So, for example, if I came into the room, she "knew" I had something
to eat--even people food she was not normally interested in, like
spaghetti--when she saw me move my chopsticks out of the
bowl and into my mouth.
How do I know she knew?
Because every time she saw the dish, she twitched her nose,
trying to determine what was for lunch. And she would come
and sit down next to me while I pretended to eat.
Obviously she was hoping to get something, even
if she had just eaten her own food!
In addition to the friends I mentioned above, I should mention the
wonderful
people at Hill's Petfood, Lori, their resident veterinarian
and Chris their nutritionist. When Chibi wouldn't eat
their company's product, they told me how to make something
nutritious myself. And when I couldn't find the right kind
of calcium to add to the rice/potatoes/liver/egg/taurine mixture,
my pharmacologist friend Hirota san gave me a package of calcium
powder
that helped until Chibi got used to the Hill's food.
Finally, Chibi wants me to tell Harry and Yuko how sad
she was to learn of the death of their cat Chibiko so soon after
the loss of their beloved
Chucha. She also wants me to say hello to Keoki and brother
(sister?), Choko, Ecru and Misha.
Chibi wants everyone who has viewed her pictures over the years
to know how much YOUR caring has meant to her.
She sends you love from
where she sits
at the edge of the rainbow.
She sends you double and triple
love!
