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Cokie the Cat: Hollywood Insider: All Things Must Pass

Saturday, September 24, 2011

All Things Must Pass

Yes, All Things Must Pass, my friends. That is the name of a wonderful George Harrison album. It is also the title of this post.

George loved his garden. And his gnomes. 

The thing that is passing in this particular instance appears to be what was left of my continence.

I'm just going to talk straight here. You probably know the story, but folks never seem to tire of hearing it. Basically, I fell out of an 80' palm tree when I was just one year old, right after I was adopted from the shelter. Don't ask me what I was doing up there, because I really don't remember at this point. It was almost seventeen years ago, after all.

Not the tree I fell out of. These are the trees
where I live now. But it looked just like this.
Anyway, I did, and I hurt my back, but the vet didn't find anything in particular to treat, and said I'd probably walk a little funny and get arthritis early. Well, I do walk a little bit funny, especially for the last several years, but all in all I've done pretty well.

Four and a half years ago something gave out and I was paralyzed for a little while - something to do with that original accident. I got better, but I never got the feeling back in my tail, so it just follows me around like a pony tail. I've also been more or less, lately more, incontinent, ever since.

Mom tried everything and eventually we settled on a system of using Simple Solution 'washable diapers' that are made for girl dogs in heat. I take a medium. Just sayin'. They're really pants and I prefer to call them that, if you don't mind.
That dog is NOT a Medium. 
Mom puts on my pants every morning and changes the Poise pad in them a couple times during the day, then takes them off so I can sleep naked in my bathroom at night.

It's worked fine and at night I've made it to the litter box about 50% of the time - sometimes more. I always knew approximately when I needed to go, but sometimes it would happen just as I was heading toward, or walking away from the litter box. This is not an exact science, people. Hopefully, you'll never experience this yourself. Those pads are made for humans, you know...

So this past week, Mom noticed that she hasn't had to clean the litter box at all. It's been clean every morning, which sounds like a good thing, but it really means I just can't tell when I have to go at all anymore. Well, I can, but not in time to actually make it to the box.  My warning time has gotten much shorter that it used to be.

Hello? Simple Solutions? Your cat model is waiting for your call...

Which is good news and bad news, really. Good news in that no one needs to clean a litter box anymore, or buy cat litter for that matter. Bad news in that Mom has to put towels and training pads down on the floor of the bathroom every night. It's not that big a deal, though. She just picks up the towels and the pads and does whatever it is that she does with them, cleans the floor with Lysol wipes, puts on my pants and we're off to the balcony to check the weather and eat some kitty grass.

It is a little sad, admitting that I am almost, pretty much - OK, completely incontinent, but hey! I'm here, I'm loud and I'm proud. I'm eating and drinking and taking my meds. I'm peeing and pooping, not necessarily where most cats do, but it's better than not peeing or pooping at all!

I'm almost always in a good mood and I have two people who love me as much as they love each other and a beautiful young Bengal in England who adores me, and an old man cat like me really can't ask for more than that.



At September 24, 2011 at 2:37 AM , Blogger dArtagnan Rumblepurr/Diego Hamlet Moonfur said...

My friend, you make those pants look uber cool, and you've got a super wonderful mummy. What more could you want?

At September 24, 2011 at 2:46 AM , Blogger Cokie the Cat: Hollywood Insider said...

I know, right!? ; )

At September 24, 2011 at 4:29 AM , Blogger Michelle said...

You're an admirable mancat, Cokester!

At September 24, 2011 at 5:29 AM , Blogger Old Kitty said...

Awwwww sweet Cokie! You are not only here, loud and proud, you are super duper gorgeous, clever, adorable and just so so so scrummy and a real fighter! Well done you!!!

Hugs to your mum and dad too!! Take care

At September 24, 2011 at 6:06 AM , Blogger Brian said...

You are special, no doubt about it, and happy and love is just meant to be! Have a great weekend pal!

At September 24, 2011 at 6:12 AM , Blogger Jazzy said...

Aww! Cokester, thank for the lovely tribute. I will love you to the end of Eternity and beyond. If you need me, I will travel to be by your side faster than the speed of light! You are THE love of my life and will be by your side for all Eternity.

**Who care about a bit of piddle and poop in the wrong places - after all it is Mum's job, not mine, to clear it up!!**

BTW, I love my off the Richter Scale ma-in-law!!

Kisses and hugs,


At September 24, 2011 at 6:22 AM , Anonymous Marg said...

All we can say is that you have a super duper Mom to help you through all that. You are such a brave boy too. And guess what, you are so handsome too. Take care.

At September 24, 2011 at 7:29 AM , Blogger Pandafur said...

You rock thoze pants Cokie! Iz think you iz a brave kitteh an your mom iz a jewel *pawhug*

At September 24, 2011 at 9:37 AM , Blogger Cathy Keisha said...

You absolutely make those pants! Loved pawtying with you at Blogpaws. Hey, we all get older! xoxo

At September 24, 2011 at 10:48 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I had no idea about your fall as a young kitty. I know these life changes as we age are not always pleasant, but you have humans who love you. Take care dear, and we pray for you and your family as you move through the twilight years.

At September 24, 2011 at 11:10 AM , Anonymous Sparkle said...

Cokie, as long as everything else works, you are doing great for 17!

At September 24, 2011 at 11:24 AM , Blogger ANGEL ABBYGRACE said...

Mom and I have worked out a system too because I have ... er... issues too sometimes. I can make it to the litterbox but can't (or won't) go into the box, so she just uses those big woofie training pads around the box and I use those and then all she has to do is change those out. I think at 17 if everything else is doing pretty good then you're doing great and you have a very special Mom!

At September 24, 2011 at 11:36 AM , Blogger Tamago said...

I am sorry you fell from such high tree when you were only one year old. Your mom is so wonderful to take such good care of you.

At September 24, 2011 at 7:12 PM , Blogger TinyPearlCat said...

woah a palm tree, I never even seen one of those. Your ma is so wonderful and you are too for putting up with the pants.

At September 24, 2011 at 8:35 PM , Blogger Sebastian said...

You're a cool cat, Cokie and you can rock those pants like nobody else can!

At September 25, 2011 at 10:57 AM , Blogger Cokie the Cat: Hollywood Insider said...

Thanks for all your comments everybody! And Mom says thanks, too.. But she says she knows you'd all do the same as she is. When you love someone, you do what you have to do, and when they give you as much happiness as we give each other, you do it with a smile - and a sense of humor!

Me and Mom an Dad all put up with my pants in equal measure.

And they know I'd do the same for them if I could. Boy, would I... LOL. ; )


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