K. C. came to us after being dropped of at a kennel, buy a teen who rescued her from abandonment. The teen found her living under a porch, took her in and named her Tounces. Life circumstances changed for the teen and she had to move, unable to take Tounces with her, so she took her to a local kennel, where my daughter-in-law happened to be working at the time.
Every time she passed the door of Tounces kennel, the kitty just begged to be taken home, so home she went with my daughter-in-law. When it came time for their family to go on vacation shortly after the homecoming, we were asked if we could cat-sit for them. Being the good supportive parents we try to be, we agreed and brought Tounces home with us. She seemed to take a liking to my husband, so it was decided she should stay with us.
Not caring for the name Tounces, we tried to think of a name, but kept coming up blank. I decided she would just be Kitty Cat, K. C. for short. She lived under our bed in the box spring frame, where she tore an opening. She was very skittish for a long time, and would seek her hiding place whenever we had company. It seemed like it took forever before she really felt at home and enjoyed being with us.
In the mean time, she ruined two couches with her clawing, two window sills and a bar stool, again with claws. She was a very messy eater, spewing food everywhere when she ate. We cleaned up after her, kept her litter box clean, and life was on an even keel, our love growing all the while.
Then she stopped using the box and left us 'presents' on the basement floor. We tried everything from different litter, to sprays to avoid the floor and attract to the box! Nothing worked., but we loved her just the same, and resigned ourselves to floor clean up, at least it was in the basement not on the carpets.
Then she started vomiting, not the usual hairball stuff that all cats to, but she was sick. It started out once in a while, then it became a daily thing, then she could keep nothing down. Daily leaving us multiple places to clean on our carpeted living area. Took her to the vet, got meds, which initially seemed to help, along with prescription grain free food. Then she started going backwards in health, with all symptoms of Irritable Bowel Syndrome. She was in discomfort, and we got burned out on clean-up. This went on for months. We could have tired a different med, which might have helped, but no guarantee, and with the price of the meds and prescription food, and the fact that she did not use her litter box, brought us to the point of having enough.
I took her to the vets to day and held her in my arms for the last time, as she went to sleep. I miss her so much.
I don't know as I will get another pet, at least not until we retire, if that ever is possible! I feel we are not home enough to train an animal not to be destructive, and pets need time and attention. I also worry about having another pet with health issues. When I was young, we had cats and dogs, they went outside, ate anything, and never got sick. Today I see peoples pets suffering from the same disease as humans, with digestive issues, gluten sensitivities, diabetes, allergies and more.
I will always love you K. C.