Our cat Berry doesn't get much attention on my blog, which is understandable given the attention-craving nature of cats vs. dogs, but its also not really fair; we regard him as an equal part of the family, and we love him just as much as we do Johnny.
We were a little worried when a few months ago we discovered a small bump on his right cheek--it was a little hard, about the size of a pea. It didn't seem to hurt him when we touched it, but obviously it shouldn't be there.
Then around the time we scheduled a check-up for him, we discovered that the thing had grown to almost double in size, which was very distressing. Add to the fact that he seemed to have lost weight in the last year or two, and we were both quietly imagining the worst.
Luckily, after getting him his check-up, Berry has been given a clean bill of health. The bump on his cheek was no more than a cyst, which the vet poked with a needle (as Tracy headed out the door, post-haste) and drained right in front of me. Within a few seconds, the cyst had completely gone away. Now we know if it comes back what it is and how to deal with it.
Also, he got a full check-up, and all his levels and stuff are fine--the weight loss is apparently normal in older cats (he's 12), and even better news, the heart murmur he gets medication for (half a pill a day smooshed inside his Whiska Lickens!) is now almost completely gone. Truly, he's in better shape now than he was two years ago, and that was a huge load off our minds.
Berry and I have a very specific, regimented routine--in the morning, he waits for me to get breakfast going, then I get out his treats to give him his pill, and he comes wandering over into the kitchen to eat them.
At night, he's the last to come to bed, and he crawls on my stomach and lays on me for about a half hour. He'll then get up, disappears into the living room for ten minutes or so, then come back, jump back on me (lord help me if I flip onto my stomach in the meantime) for another half hour.
After that, he jumps off, and I am free to go to sleep. I don't know how we got into this routine, but its my thing with him and a night without it feels all wrong.
He's a wonderful little cat, and we're very relieved he's a-ok.