

** RIP CALI **
I adopted 7 year old rescue cat Cali (along with 4 yr old Jess) last Jan 2017.
She was so, so timid. Never agressive.
She came out of her shell to be a wonderful, affectionate, fantastic companion. Wherever I went she was not far behind.
In winter she became a very effective head-warmer in bed, curling up literally on TOP of my head, just after her nightly ritual of bringing me a small fluffy toy in her mouth..
Following a vaccine for rabies/FeLV a few weeks ago, she became quiet and not eating properly. If I have any regrets, it is that I did not spot her lack of appetite earlier. (Having 2 cats it is never easy to see how much each cat is eating. I know that this will not have changed the end result, but she may have suffered less, or I may have caught her anemia earlier and stopped it in its tracks giving her a few months more of good quality life…). Alas, I cannot turn back the clock.
Last week, she was diagnosed with Feline Leukemia Virus, a nasty, killing machine, HIGHLY contagious within the cat community through, bites (fights) and saliva (grooming between housemates). Having been a street cat for probably all her life (but indoor cat since being with me), we tested her last year, and she tested negative. A negative test, unfortunately, does not mean a cat is not a carrier.
I know the last year of her life with us was the best end of a (probably crap) life a cat could wish for.
She died peacefully in my arms this morning. 