impa is 17.5 years old. she has been part of our habitat for a long time.
at her height she weighed about 18 lb. now she’s weighs about 4. early in february she took a turn. she did not groom. she would not eat. she did not get up for three days. we thought she was ready to meet her maker and made arrangements to help. that didn’t happen.
home again. curled up in her bed, we offered glucosamine paste, tiny bits of chicken, and drops of water. she expressed interest. after another day or so she was able to get up – feeble, unsteady, and it looked like it hurt, but she got up. she ate nutrient dense cat food and continued to improve.
a week later, three of us and the vet spent 45 minutes shaving her matts out. (two of us were wearing big gloves, and that was good.) impa is back! so giant-eyed, skinny, and furry-legged we started calling her twiggy. that was almost a week ago. now she goes up and down the stairs, has resumed her normal eating habits – voracious but particular – and has resumed her position as boss cat to the other two. here she is! impa, twiggy, the miracle cat. back from almost dead. (just like in the princess bride.)
