You're Invited To Roswell's Last Party
YOU'RE INVITED TO ROSWELL'S LAST PARTY
Roswell has cancer and we don't know how much time she has left.
It may be weeks, or it may be months but we do know that every day from now now until the end is going to be the happiest day of her life, and you're invited to share it with her. This is Roswell's last party. And it's the best party.
Roswell's Last Party doesn't have a specific date, it lasts from right now until her last moment on Earth. She'd love it if you came by to visit, rub her belly, feed her nori, let her sit in your lap, pet her head or just hang out.
Don't be sad. While this is the end, it's the best life a cat could have.
Let me tell you a happy story.
Let me tell you a happy story about a kitten who was never supposed to have anything but who ended up having it all.
Roswell came to us in 2006 when Phil Forrest texted to say that there was a stray kitten on the back porch. She was skittish and he wasn't able to catch her.
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Over the next couple of days, she got a terrible eye infection and was a blind kitten running around in the back yard. It was easy to catch her then. Phil and Stacey and I caught her. She was feral, she hated people. So twice a day, we would chase her into a corner and throw a towel over her and then pet her for 30 minutes.
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She wasn't very happy about it, but we gave her as much love as we could.
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Eventually, she realized that she liked getting her belly rubbed and that people were ok. And we started to try and find a permanent home for her.
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She had a cute sister named n00ton who she loved as much as she loved belly rubs.
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She was a filth thing.
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Then one day while we were playing, Roswell had a seizure. It was terrible. She thrashed around like a fish on a spear. She howled and screamed and I ran out into the street with her and jumped in a taxi and they raced us to the veterinary hospital. When I got in the door someone looked at her and yelled "triage for a cat!" They took her away and I wasn't sure if I'd ever see her again. She looked terrible.
After a few hours a doctor came out to see me and he said "This cat has meningitis, an infection of the brain. It's very bad. It may die soon."
And I asked "what can you do?"
And the doctor said "we can try treating her with antibiotics, but there's no assurance that will work. And it will be expensive."
And I said "well, what should I do?"
And the doctor said "I can't give you advice, only information."
And I pressed, "What would you do if it was your cat?" Up until this point I'd never thought that Roswell was my cat, only that I was holding on to her until we could find her a person.
"Well," the doctor said, "if it were my cat, I'd try the antibiotics, but I get a discount, so I can't tell you what to do."
So I said, "let's try the antibiotics."
And the next day they called me and they said "Your cat may die today."
And the next day they called me and they said "Your cat may die today."
And the next day they called me and they said "Your cat may die today"
And the next day they called me and they said "Your cat may die today"
And the next day they called me and they said "Your cat is 100% better, you can come and get her."
And so I posted about it to the Internet and went to spring her from Intensive Care.
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How joyful! I went in to pick her up that afternoon. I knew it was going to be expensive, which was frightful, five days in the ICU? When I got there, I asked "how much is it?" and they said "her bill has been paid, people have been calling in all day and contributing money for her." You can just take her home.
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We were very happy and we promised then to pay back what people had given her to other people who needed emergency help with vet bills, and we've been doing that ever since and we're going to keep doing it.
When we got home, there were dozens of cards that people from the Internet had sent Roswell.
I read every one of them to her, and she played with each and every card.
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After that day, Roswell followed me around like a puppy. She'd just been a cat before then, but now she wasn't just a cat. She was a cat with a person and she'd chosen me. So I stopped looking for a home for her.
We decided to learn to cook together. And she sampled everything and made suggestions.
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She was a fearsome hunter. Like Godzilla.
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She decided that she needed to be carried around, like a baby, for at least 20 minutes every day. This was non negotiable. And it continues to this day. This is one of the things you can take part in at Roswell's Last Party.
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She was a powerful literary critic.
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Both a lover and a fighter.
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We also kept working on that cookbook.
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Somewhere along the line she got diabetes and became the poster girl for how cats do well with that disease. We got letters from vets saying they showed patients Roswell getting her shot to make them realize how manageable it was.
She loves to eat seaweed. It's her favorite food. You can bring her some if you come over.
She did a series with famous novelists where people could write fanfic about her in the world of a new book and get an autographed copy of the book.
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Seriously, that was a thing.
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People have done some wonderful fan art of Roswell. I love this one of her as Teddy Rosevelt.
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Throughout it all she's just been filled with love and forgiveness. She's been my best buddy and I'm happy to have spent the last twelve years with her. And however much time we have left.
So come visit. Say hello. Say I love you.
We don't need hugs, we don't need sad faces. This is a happy story about a kitten who should have died under a bush a dozen years ago never knowing love but who has had more than a decade of the greatest life any cat could have. We just want you to share in our joy.
She'd love if if you'd come by and make a fuss about her. We know she has a fan club from out of town, if you're thinking of coming to visit from far away, we can probably put you up. Let us know.
And if your want, donate to City Kitties, they're the ones who helped save her in the first place.
If you have favorite Roswell photos or memories, please post them in the comments.
Roswell has cancer and we don't know how much time she has left.
It may be weeks, or it may be months but we do know that every day from now now until the end is going to be the happiest day of her life, and you're invited to share it with her. This is Roswell's last party. And it's the best party.
Roswell's Last Party doesn't have a specific date, it lasts from right now until her last moment on Earth. She'd love it if you came by to visit, rub her belly, feed her nori, let her sit in your lap, pet her head or just hang out.
Don't be sad. While this is the end, it's the best life a cat could have.
Let me tell you a happy story.
Let me tell you a happy story about a kitten who was never supposed to have anything but who ended up having it all.
Roswell came to us in 2006 when Phil Forrest texted to say that there was a stray kitten on the back porch. She was skittish and he wasn't able to catch her.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
Over the next couple of days, she got a terrible eye infection and was a blind kitten running around in the back yard. It was easy to catch her then. Phil and Stacey and I caught her. She was feral, she hated people. So twice a day, we would chase her into a corner and throw a towel over her and then pet her for 30 minutes.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
She wasn't very happy about it, but we gave her as much love as we could.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
Eventually, she realized that she liked getting her belly rubbed and that people were ok. And we started to try and find a permanent home for her.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
She had a cute sister named n00ton who she loved as much as she loved belly rubs.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
She was a filth thing.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
Then one day while we were playing, Roswell had a seizure. It was terrible. She thrashed around like a fish on a spear. She howled and screamed and I ran out into the street with her and jumped in a taxi and they raced us to the veterinary hospital. When I got in the door someone looked at her and yelled "triage for a cat!" They took her away and I wasn't sure if I'd ever see her again. She looked terrible.
After a few hours a doctor came out to see me and he said "This cat has meningitis, an infection of the brain. It's very bad. It may die soon."
And I asked "what can you do?"
And the doctor said "we can try treating her with antibiotics, but there's no assurance that will work. And it will be expensive."
And I said "well, what should I do?"
And the doctor said "I can't give you advice, only information."
And I pressed, "What would you do if it was your cat?" Up until this point I'd never thought that Roswell was my cat, only that I was holding on to her until we could find her a person.
"Well," the doctor said, "if it were my cat, I'd try the antibiotics, but I get a discount, so I can't tell you what to do."
So I said, "let's try the antibiotics."
And the next day they called me and they said "Your cat may die today."
And the next day they called me and they said "Your cat may die today."
And the next day they called me and they said "Your cat may die today"
And the next day they called me and they said "Your cat may die today"
And the next day they called me and they said "Your cat is 100% better, you can come and get her."
And so I posted about it to the Internet and went to spring her from Intensive Care.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
How joyful! I went in to pick her up that afternoon. I knew it was going to be expensive, which was frightful, five days in the ICU? When I got there, I asked "how much is it?" and they said "her bill has been paid, people have been calling in all day and contributing money for her." You can just take her home.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
We were very happy and we promised then to pay back what people had given her to other people who needed emergency help with vet bills, and we've been doing that ever since and we're going to keep doing it.
When we got home, there were dozens of cards that people from the Internet had sent Roswell.
I read every one of them to her, and she played with each and every card.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
After that day, Roswell followed me around like a puppy. She'd just been a cat before then, but now she wasn't just a cat. She was a cat with a person and she'd chosen me. So I stopped looking for a home for her.
We decided to learn to cook together. And she sampled everything and made suggestions.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
She was a fearsome hunter. Like Godzilla.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
She decided that she needed to be carried around, like a baby, for at least 20 minutes every day. This was non negotiable. And it continues to this day. This is one of the things you can take part in at Roswell's Last Party.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
She was a powerful literary critic.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
Both a lover and a fighter.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
We also kept working on that cookbook.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
Somewhere along the line she got diabetes and became the poster girl for how cats do well with that disease. We got letters from vets saying they showed patients Roswell getting her shot to make them realize how manageable it was.
Click to viewShe loves to eat seaweed. It's her favorite food. You can bring her some if you come over.
She did a series with famous novelists where people could write fanfic about her in the world of a new book and get an autographed copy of the book.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
Seriously, that was a thing.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
People have done some wonderful fan art of Roswell. I love this one of her as Teddy Rosevelt.
Clickenzee to Embiggen!
Throughout it all she's just been filled with love and forgiveness. She's been my best buddy and I'm happy to have spent the last twelve years with her. And however much time we have left.
So come visit. Say hello. Say I love you.
We don't need hugs, we don't need sad faces. This is a happy story about a kitten who should have died under a bush a dozen years ago never knowing love but who has had more than a decade of the greatest life any cat could have. We just want you to share in our joy.
She'd love if if you'd come by and make a fuss about her. We know she has a fan club from out of town, if you're thinking of coming to visit from far away, we can probably put you up. Let us know.
And if your want, donate to City Kitties, they're the ones who helped save her in the first place.
If you have favorite Roswell photos or memories, please post them in the comments.