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About Fancy

Fancy is 12-year-old cream point pure-bred Himalayan with an omnipresent air of unflappable superiority about her. When in her presence, mere mortals are made fully aware of the significance they hold on this cold, gray earth. Fancy was born on May 29, 1996 in Greenhills Cattery in Salem, Indiana, the owners of which just happened to be my parents.

Fancy was born to a first-time mama who wasn’t quite sure what to do with her new litter of babies. As a result, all of Fancy’s littermates died quickly after birth. Fancy remained, but mama cat couldn’t/wouldn’t take care of her. So, my mother and I began bottle feeding the precious little kitten, force feeding her when she began to refuse food. As she grew and her coat grew into a long, poofy mane, what food she would refuse became matted and tangled in her coat, so thrice-daily washings were added to the long list of caregiver responsibilities for her. Finally, after several months of this, my mother told her, in no uncertain terms, that she was finished babying her, and that she was well old enough to be eating on her own. On cue, Fancy rose from her spot in the corner of the kitchen, proceeded to her food dish, and began to eat. Never had a problem, no so much as a sniffle from her from that point on.

Until July 1, 2007.

About Me

For whatever reason, after all of the drama involved in keeping Fancy alive for the first part of her life, she chose me to be her human. I had had cats and other pets in my life, but nothing quite like what Fancy and I had together. I was 13 years old when she was born (26 today – you do the math) and we’ve been inseparable. Fancy’s not what you’d call a “people cat” so I’m very honored and flattered that she chose me. I spoil her rotten, as many have noted in the past. While I was growing up, I fell asleep every night with Fancy lying on my stomach, one paw resting on my chin. Over the years, some variation or another of this has remained our nighttime ritual.

I basically adore this cat. Everything about her makes me happy and she always makes me smile. I don’t have children, but I have *been* someone’s child, and from what I can tell, what I feel for her is on par with what my parents feel for me (though I’m betting they probably get a lot more frustrated with me (and rightly so) than I get with Fancy, but that’s because she’s awesome and I’m a punk).

On a personal level, I’m a single with a fairly decent job in a thriving city, blah blah blah. I’m a red-blooded American – a dollar short, a day late, and livin’ the dream.

About This Blog

We’ve started this blog as a way to keep track of Fancy’s activities, behaviors, medications, procedures, and prognoses. Along the way, we will discuss feline liver disease and/or cancer, share stories from our past and present, talk about our days and lives and discuss how we’re dealing with this condition – our fears, our hope, our family, friends, and circle of support. Hopefully, we’ll do it with a fair degree of humor and grace.

However, some days are easier than others. Which means some are pretty hard.