Please enjoy this picture of Mr. Henderson hating me for putting him in pajamas, and featuring a little photo bomb from his sister, Miss Sally.
Yes, though unemployed, I purchased pajamas for one of my cats proven by this picture. Don't worry, I haven't made him wear them since. Though I made Little Miss Sally try on a pair too. She put up with it. Alas, they do not make cat pajamas big enough for Quentin the Cat.
Why did I spend the money on cat's pajamas? Because I want my little Mr. Henderson to be comfortable. Mr. Henderson has been with me for almost three years, and before coming to me, he went through a lot; he was injured, not from living on the streets, but because someone hurt him. He was saved by the shelter for which I volunteer, and many surgeries later, his mouth and jaw were better, though he had some teeth removed. After he came to live with me, he developed a severe skin condition. He was tested, and it was discovered he was allergic. To everything.
I put him on special food, but the allergies persisted. He was on high doses of steroids. Ironically, so was I because I was having asthma problems. Finally, a new drug came along that worked so well that he had no more skin outbreaks.
Then he developed diabetes. He was on a regimen of two units of insulin every 12 hours.
Fast forward: The diabetes is in remission! But now he has kidney problems, occasional pancreatitis, and cancer.
It has been eight months since his current challenges were diagnosed. A few times, I thought it was the end and he was going to leave me, or that it was better for him if I let him go. Then he would rally and be better than ever. He's eating a lot, and I am grateful for that. I let him eat whatever he wants, and he's happy about that. He still runs away when it's time for his medicine, which I think is the sign of a cat with a strong will to live. Every once in a while he'll get itchy, and since I can't change his medicine and don't want to change his diet, because I don't know how long he has.
And that's why I got him the pajamas.
Since he hates them, I only made him wear them the one time when it was really cold. He tolerated them but was happy when I freed him from the pajamas. So as of this writing, he is eating lots and staying comfy because I do everything I can to make sure he is, blankets, pajamas, cuddles, and kisses (they don't help him, but they help me). He also likes music and podcasts, and snuggling with his siblings, which they lovingly tolerate.
I hope he stays for as long as he can. I love my boy so much.
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