Of course, there's "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow" - I'm crossing my fingers that it's good, and it's the only movie opening this weekend with positive reviews over at www.rottentomatoes.com. (Sadly, "Wimbledon" did not get good reviews, even with Paul Bettany. Here's hoping he gets more good movies like MAC.) Also want to see "Vanity Fair" before it disappears, if I can - just to get my nineteenth century fix. *G*
But, oh how I'm looking forward to "Shaun of the Dead"! Whoooot! A parody of zombie movies - and the "parodies of zombie movies" man himself, Peter Jackson, loves it - as does George Romero, the progenitor of the "... of the Dead" movies. But why am I so anxious? I think because it looks like it captures the same kind of humor as "Office Space" so well, but perhaps a bit more kindly towards the losers it portrays.
On a more somber note, one of my two cats - the white one who tends to disappear under the bed when visitors come, and who only wants to sleep and eat - was diagnosed today with a bad liver, and may not live out the week. You'd never know it to look at her, except that, of course, she's a bit yellow around the ears due to jaundice, which was what allowed for an easy diagnosis at the vet's. I was bringing her in to get her ears and chin checked, since she'd been on antibiotics to try to clear up infections, and noticed in the last couple of days that she wasn't having bowel movements, and some urine that went over the side of the litter box was deep yellow.
She's been a very healthy cat for about 16 years, since I picked her out at the shelter when she as about one year old (?) as a companion for my other cat. She'd been out on the street and abused (rocks thrown at her, etc.) and for years she flinched whenever I bent down to pet her head. She always cried and begged whenever she saw I was getting food out, anxiously pushing into the food before I could withdraw my hands - probably due to being short on food in her formative years. She was very skinny when I got her, but after a year or two she was twice the weight of my other cat! She wasn't great at using the litter box correctly (didn't cover over her deposits), so I suspect she wasn't with her mom long enough to learn. I'd hoped that she and my other cat, who has lots of personality, and with whom I'm very bonded, would bond with each other, and there were signs of that the first couple of weeks, between the hissing fits - such as cleaning each other's ears, etc. But she never really bonded with my other cat or me. I suspect she had something wrong with her, probably due to her early experiences. She never nuzzles or shows love. She's also always been very heavy-footed for a cat, not graceful. I suspect she has an inner ear imbalance, since she once had it severely after an ear-cleaning at the vet's and I realized she'd always shown small signs of it.
So, you ask - what's to love? Why will I miss her? I'll miss her because she's been with me for 16 years, and has at least provided my other cat with somebody to be there when I'm not - especially on vacations. Most of all I'll miss her because she was a heat-seeking missile of a cat who loved body heat, while my other cat, because of his thick fur, can't stand to sleep next to me for more than a few minutes before overheating. This little dear would sleep along my legs like a sack of potatoes - *L!* - never minding the movements I probably made, and she'd sit next to me on the couch, or on my lap. Strange how the cat that never shows love is the one that loves to be held! I'll miss that terribly, sweet thing. She was overweight most of her life, but had thyroid problems in the last year that made her more delicately beautiful, especially with her emerald eyes, and she was very light to pick up and hold. I probably got to know her better this year than in the previous 15 because I kept having to give her medicines and clean her ears and chin, and so on. Unfortunately, that meant that she no longer came to sit on my lap, since she came to associate that with all the mean things I had to do to her! *G*
So, what happens now? I really like my vet. The place I went to before would have immediately gone into overdrive with all the amazing treatments they could give her - that would probably extend her life by a month, maybe a year, while her failing body would fall prey to every other old-age disease, and she suffered through taking medicines, getting baths, etc. This vet told me I could schedule an appointment with the local university - ASAP if I wanted her to have a chance - and they would attack the problem aggressively. Or I could let it take its course, and she would probably die in a week. I hope I won't offend anyone when I tell you that I chose the latter. I've seen it before, in humans and in animals (and cars!), where everything's fine, and then one thing goes wrong, and another, and another - like dominoes. She's lived an amazingly long time for a cat from the street. I've made sure she had plenty of food, comfortable places to sleep, toys, excellent vet care at any cost, great views from windows - and lots of love. I don't want her last days to be in a cage being shuttled to the hospital, or in a hospital. I've gotten canned food (which they usually don't get, since it's bad for their teeth) and roasted chicken (which she always begs for pieces of!) and given them to her - and she's eating! That's a good sign. I'm going to keep on spoiling her and see how much I can cram into her (she lost a POUND in the last two months, and the other sign that worried me before the vet visit was that there was very little poop in the litter box - i.e., not eating). She seems to miss drinking out of the bidet that continuously leaked (figures - dogs drink out of toilets, cats drink out of bidets - *L*!), so I found a water bowl that continuously filters and runs water down a slope - maybe it will encourage her to stay hydrated. Also, the vet hydrated her subcutaneously, so that should help her feel much better.
So - either this turns things around and her liver goes back to normal - which would be very surprising; or she gets better for a while, but we later find she has a tumor in her liver, or incurable liver disease; or it's too late and I have her put to sleep after finding her showing signs of pain or extreme weakness. Death is part of life. I'd rather celebrate her life while she's here, and be happy for her when she's gone. I'll try to make her next few days very sweet, either way.
Don't feel it necessary to comment about my cat - I know I have your support and sympathy, and I just appreciate the chance to write something about her, and what's happening, so you'll know what I'm going through. Can I say how ironic - or perhaps appropriate - it is that, in the MAC book I'm reading now, I know there are two important deaths - and I just read about one? Anyway, if you'd like to do anything, just send her nice thoughts and warm hugs. *S*