This is my little cat Moto. She is 17.5 years old, weighs about 5 lbs., give or take a couple of ounces, and she has breast cancer. She was diagnosed on July 8, although I had my suspicions about a lump on her belly for a month or so before that date. She was given 3-6 months to live, and she is at 4 months today, and going strong, thanks to an every-other-day steroid pill. Our home is now a “kitty hospice”. Moto gets whatever she wants to eat, as often as she wants. Her new diet includes boiled shrimp, planked salmon (I am not kidding!) and any flavor of gourmet cat food that she likes. She craves variety, her current favorite is Rabbit Stew. Yes, I do call it “Wabbit Stew”. Her brother Guzzi died 3 years ago, he was gigantic, and he died of a heart attack. I still miss him every day.

Every day I still have Moto in my life is a joy. Right now I am enjoying one day at a time with her, and hoping that maybe she might live until my son comes home for Christmas.