Greetings from Niobe...I passed from your world 4 years ago. I lived at Capricorn Clinic for Cats for a very short time. Though my time there was short my name is spoken often. I was left at the clinic by my humans because I was diabetic. My friends Betty and Adriana begged Dr. Smullen to treat my disease even though I had nothing nice to say to any of them. I was on insulin treatment for only 3 weeks. My pancreas decided to start working again and I never needed insulin again.
Once I felt better I was allowed to roam the clinic. One of my favorite activities was hiding behind a corner, waiting for a human to pass.I would chase them down with powerful smacks to the backs of their legs. I occasionally tried to bite them, however, without any teeth I found that tactic rather ineffective. I was given a theme song and heard it at least once each day. I really liked it. The humans said it was from the wicked witch of the Wizard of Oz. What is a witch anyway?
I didn't understand the frustration of the staff just because I urinated where ever I wanted. I know they wanted me to use those plastic boxes with the sand. I did use the sand to cover my poop, but it felt right to use the corner of the laundry room, under the desk and sofa in the waiting room, and behind the furnace to urinate. It did not take long before the staff caught me using alternate areas for my urine. I had to sit in a cage for a couple of days. When I urinated in the little plastic box in the cage they finally let me out. Dr. Smullen found I had an infection and she started me on antibiotics. I felt better and did use the sand for a while. A few months later it felt right to go back to my old bathroom stops. In fact I found a few more places because every time I urinated I would feel pain. After a short time I was dripping bloody urine every where I walked. Dr. Smullen sedated me and took some special x-rays (actually, still not sure what those are). There was a cancerous mass growing at the entrance of my bladder. It was inoperable and incurable. I was given medication to make me as comfortable as possible. There were other cats that came into the clinic with their humans with similar problems. The staff and Dr. Smullen would find different problems with these cats. Some of them were given medications while others were given a special food. You'll have to call and talk to the staff to learn more, I was too busy planning my next attack to get all the details.
I must admit I really did enjoy living at the clinic. My antics became a source of laughter and when my name is mentioned I still hear the chuckles.
