11 lives

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When I moved to Kansas City, I had to leave my cats, Dick & Jane, behind with my sister Judy. A few years before I moved, both developed diabetes at age 10 and required shots. High maintenance cats. (I did give Judy my car in lieu of "child support" for them.) Dick died a few months after I moved to SF.

Jane's lasted through a lot since then. On death's door several times. She's been fairly unresponsive the past couple of weeks. Judy made an appointment last night to put her down. She gets to the vet, and Jane is quite alert. The vet said it was some treatable pancreatic problem. They get home, and Jane's acting like she was never sick. The cat's just trying to psych out my sister, I suppose.