After boasting that I had no cat losses in 2018, Hazel got ill last weekend. She was hacking with what I thought was a hairball off and on for a few weeks but stopped eating. I took her to the local emergency veterinarian on Monday. She had advanced congestive heart failure and a large tumor in her abdomen. The prognosis for either one was not good and combined…really not good. She was ready to go.
Hazel was a planned cat. I decided to get a young companion for Mollie as Jake was older and not into playing. Hazel was one of those cats that was less likely to be adopted. She was part of a feral litter and wasn’t socialized as a kitten. She was somewhere between 6 and 9 months old and looked like a homely adult cat. She cowered in the back of the carrier at an adoption event and was a drab gray color. Nothing about her said “Adopt me please.” That meant I had to adopt her. Fortunately, she grew into her over sized ears and turned out to be a beautiful tabby.
She spent the first two weeks under a bed. I credit Mollie with coaxing her out. Mollie gave her a tour and showed her the ropes (which included how to get anything you want out of the humans).
She never was a lap cat but eventually she was content to sit next to me quietly. She fit in very well. Jake liked her (a miracle!) and she claimed the toys she liked best. When Morgan and Gracie joined the team, she welcomed them without a hiss.
She was the hardest to crate for the trip to the vet. She challenged me to come up with all sorts of tricks but the best was to get the first appointment in the morning and swoop her up when she came for food.
She loved to eat. We discussed diets all the time. She rolled her eyes. We tried different foods. She ate them all but some of them weren’t her favorites and she let me know. Although she was a large cat, she could fade into the wall and slink around to steal the other cats’ food without anyone noticing. She was very stealthy.
She hadn’t been here too long when she leaned on an upstairs window screen, pushing it out of the window and falling out the second story window. I heard the screen snap (I was in the room next to it) and the beloved husband, who was having coffee on the porch, saw the screen fly out followed by a cat.
She fell into a bush, extricated herself, walked to the door and went back up to the same window. What a cat! She had a soreness in her leg but nothing was broken.
Aside from weight issues and battling chronic diarrhea in the past year or two, she has been a healthy and trouble-free cat. She enjoyed watching Morgan catch mice (rather than catch them herself). Her idea of exercise was to use her paw (and not her whole body) to catch something. If it was out of paw range, exercise was over. (Yes, there are a lot of us like that!)
The picture in Sunday’s post was the last picture taken. She was loved. We all miss you Hazel! A lot!