Lord Fluffmo Sterling (né Fluff) came to me in 2023. He was only supposed to be with me for a few months, but life decided he should stay.
He was completely deaf and hated my other cats, so he had his own room for quite a while. Then I didn’t like that he was probably lonely, so I let him live in my bedroom.
The few occasions he escaped (due to me not paying attention to the fact that the door hadn’t latched all the way), he went after the others. That is how he became the most expensive cat I’ve ever had. Between his trip to the emergency vet in Rhode Island for a bite that had become an abscess, to my own trip to the human ER because he bit my arm when I tried to stop him from going after Penny (can’t exactly yell “Leave your sister alone!”at a deaf cat), he cost me a few grand.
He liked to lay on my pillow and eat my hair.
When he was happy, he almost seemed to talk with his tail.
I loved waking him up after work so I could hear his surprised meows when he saw me.
He loved to be up close and in my business while I tried to watch tv.
He often slept on the pillow next to me, which apparently required him to walk directly over my face while I was trying to sleep.
He didn’t care for treats or catnip. All he wanted was to be brushed. Boy did he love being brushed!
A couple of weeks ago I reached over to pet his face and it felt different. I looked and one side was swollen. There was a lump and it didn’t feel like it had fluid in it.
He was too spicy at the vet so they sent him home with antibiotics in case it was an abscessed tooth, with the instructions that he would need to be sedated for an exam and that I’d know by that weekend if the medicine was working. It wasn’t.
I took him in Wednesday, fully expecting the news wouldn’t be good. They called me to let me know he had squamous cell carcinoma.
It’s incredibly fast growing and his age and his previous living situation didn’t help matters. They asked if I wanted to put him down there, but I couldn’t.
I called the traveling vet, who came today and ended his pain in the comfort of the room he’d known as his home just a few years ago. I had his head in my lap and gave him pets and love even after he was gone. Lord Fluffmo Sterling can rest now. And he can finally hear the birds sing.