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PrincessCinnamon has a minion!

Cinnamon the Angelkitty




PrincessCinnamon
Legacy Name: PrincessCinnamon


The Common Feli
Owner: cpbmom

Age: 12 years, 2 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 12th, 2012

Adopted: 12 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: January 12th, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 7
     
  • Strength: 15
     
  • Defense: 22
     
  • Speed: 14
     
  • Health: 11
     
  • HP: 11/11
     
  • Intelligence: 2
     
  • Books Read: 1
  • Food Eaten: 19
  • Job: Cleaning Crew


CREDITS

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art by cpbmom

Cinnamon, Princess of Home, Mother to All



My Sweet Cinnamon Girl,
December 29, 2020

I remember the first time I saw you like it was yesterday, even though it was over 10 years ago. Easter Sunday, 2010. After losing Trouble 2 years before, I needed another cat in my life. I wanted to find a younger cat, so we could have plenty of years together. I can still see the ad for you in my head -Female Red Tabby, 1.5 years old, Free- and something about it said..this one. So I called and we were on our way to meet you. When we arrived and knocked on the door, you were outside and rushed in. I picked you up and you settled right into my arms, as though you belonged there. And you did.

When we got you home, you were frightened, naturally. Our home would have been so foreign to you, and I'm sure the quiet took some getting used to compared to where you had come from. The kids were so eager to meet you and get to know you, and it didn't take long for you to start peeking out from your hiding spots so they could. Before we knew it, you were making yourself at home, and your loving personality delighted us all. You were so loving, so friendly, so sweet.

We knew that you would need a trip to the vets to be spayed and vaccinated, but we thought it best to give you time to adjust to your surroundings and learn you could trust us before uprooting you again. You were pretty thin, we thought maybe we should see if we could get a few pounds on you before taking on a surgery. And it seemed to be working. Very well. Too well....

During one of your nightly belly rubs is when we discovered why you were getting so pudgy so quickly. First we felt, then soon could see the little kicks from the tiny kittens inside you. How blessed we were...how many blessed would we be? We had no idea when you had gotten pregnant, only how long we had you and that it had happened before you came to live with us. We had vowed when you came to live with us that your days outdoors were over and we had not faltered on that. So it was a tense 4 weeks, waiting to see which day would be The Day.

And, The Day came on Victoria Day, 2010. 5 A.M. you laid on the living room floor, belly round as a beach ball and contracting. I took you upstairs to the nest you built in our closet, supplemented with a nice soft layer of towels. And we waited. It wasn't long before Dragon was born, all grey and orange and tiny. You were a natural mother right from the start. So much so that I had to keep the human children home from school that day. Every time one of us went to leave the room, you herded us back in. So, we all camped out by your side and waited. And waited. And waited....

By the time Joe got home, we knew something was not right with you and the kittens still in your tummy. This was not like barn cat births at all! You were in obvious distress, so off to the Emergency Clinic we went. An exam and shot of hormones to get things moving, and shortly after midnight two more kittens made their way into the world. One more didn't make it, even though the vet tried to save that little kitten. Exhausted, we all made our way home and settled in for the night. The next day you let us look in on your precious little furry beans, and the names were set: Toothless and Biscuit. You were such a proud mom, you allowed us to pet the kittens as long as we gave you your fair share! They grew quickly, outgrowing the closet soon, so you moved them to Racheal's bottom drawer. It quickly became apparent why: You retreated to the bed, away from the now active kittens, knowing Racheal would look after them while you took a break! She was delighted to have you all in her room, but it wasn't long before it was time to move again. Once the babies were big enough to manage the stairs, you led them down to the living room, and into our hearts.

We hadn't planned on keeping all of the kittens, but it was soon apparent that is what we would do. After the life you had lived before coming to us, passed from owner to owner and left to fend for yourself, having litters of kittens only to have them given away and being left behind, how could we take them from you? They would be the last litter you would have. So, we became a 4 cat household and that was that.

Once you had recovered, and the kittens had reached an acceptable age, you all went into the vet together and finally were spayed and vaccinated. And then, you all were spoiled as every cat should be. We watched the babies grow, and grow. We watched you nurture and care for them. Once they had grown past their need for your care, you turned to your humans and cared for them. You were not a lap cat for the majority of your life with us, preferring to lay beside the person you were partial to each day. But you were a mom, through and through. You learned the school routine of the human children, and you would make your rounds in the morning to each room, rousing them with your Mom Voice. You would sit on the stairs once the kids were awake, and when it was time to go to school, you let them know! You would not rest until you saw them off through the window each day. You waited patiently for them to come back home at the same time every day. Furry or not, they were all your children.

I think we confused you when we started homeschooling. Waking the children and ushering them out the door was no longer the routine, so you watched over them instead. We had to get you a harness and a leash to go outside with them when they played, otherwise you would cry at the door until they came in again. It wasn't the outside you missed, but the children. When they came in, so did you. When you missed your humans, be they sleeping or away, out came the plushies and the socks, and occasionally underwear. Were you mothering them, or feeding us?

You were so friendly to everyone that came into your house. When Gramma visited, you kept her company and "helped" her pack. Anyone that visited got the Cinnamon greeting. You even tolerated dogs from high on your perch. The one time we had a mouse in the house, you took care of it too. When we moved, you showed the kittens how it was done and made them feel safe. You kept them in line, even when they got bigger than you. You learned to love the lap time, and wanted to be in my lap whenever I was sitting down. You watched your human children grow, and when they found partners to enrich their lives, you made them welcome here. You started trying to follow Emily home! Were you trying to visit this Perry you heard so many good things about? 10 years of life with Cinnamon, it should have only been the start.

But then, you started to become sick. At first it was a pesky but persistent ear problem. We chalked it up to allergies, and tried to find a food that would sit well with you. We thought we had it figured out, that you were getting better this summer, but come September you got so much worse. Your eyes and nose started to run, and your skin became so irritated. We tried to get you into the vet right away, you looked so uncomfortable, but between the Pandemic, work hours and vet hours, it took almost two weeks to get an appointment. By that time, you started to lose hair on your front legs, then back. The vet suspected that it was indeed allergies, and put you on medication to calm your symptoms. They helped for a little while, but then we started having car problems and couldn't get you back to the vet for bloodwork and testing as soon as we wanted to. You did get there, for more medication, and again for tests, but all we learned was that it wasn't allergies. You organs were all functioning normally, but you were losing weight. We stepped up our feeding schedule and for a little while you seemed to gain a small bit back. Back to the vet you went for another check, and your symptoms just kept getting worse. They put you on broad spectrum antibiotics in hope that would take care of whatever was happening, but the list of conditions grew smaller with each test. We did plan to take you back for one more round of tests...just one, I promise...in the new year, but then you stopped taking your pills, no matter what we tried. You learned how to make us think you took them ,then spit them out when we let you go. It became so stressful for you that if you saw them in your food you wouldn't eat. You refused them in treats. You would clench your jaw so tight we couldn't get the pills past your gums and teeth with fingers or with a pill popper, and if we did, you'd spit them right out again.

And you had become so frail. You couldn't jump up into my lap anymore, or onto the couch, or get down the stairs. You spent almost all of your time sleeping. Then, you stopped making it to the litter box sometimes, even when we moved one close to your hidey hole. When you would ask me to pick you up, I had to be so careful with you. More hair would fall out if you were handled too roughly. When you were in my lap you would purr for a while, but then you would start to shake, just a little at first until last night when you were trembling so much your whole body vibrated. I don't know if it was from cold, or pain, or stress. I won't ever know. But you'd become a shadow of your former self, and you weren't getting better.

It wasn't an easy decision to let you go. We were all hoping for a miracle, an AHA moment and some treatment to make you better. We all wanted so badly to bring you home again. 10 and a half years wasn't long enough, we were supposed to have so many more. There is a Cinnamon-shaped hole in all our hearts tonight. My lap is lonely without you there, purring and getting chin rubs. Your daughters haven't fully grasped the idea that you aren't coming home yet. Toothless was looking for you on your cushion tonight, but her attention was torn between the cushion and Racheal's tears. I'm so glad that she and Joe were there for you until the very end, so grateful that even though we couldn't all see you off, you didn't have to be alone. When your ashes come home, you will have a place of honor right beside Puzzle. You will always be a part of our family. You will never be forgotten.

I hope you are at rest, my sweet girl. I hope you've found Puzzle, and that you two are free to run in endless grassy meadows for eternity. Tell him we miss him, so very much too. And if you see a furry black cat that is kind of skittish named Trouble and a mischievous tuxedo cat name Tux, tell my boys I miss them dearly.

Pet Treasure


Pink Hairy Sock

Gray Zebra Knee Highs

Peppermint Candy

Green Zebra Knee Highs

Gym Socks

Hobo Socks

Ivory Knee Socks

Lime Argyle Stockings

Limited Edition Delish Year Socks

Mismatched Mint Socks

Navy Ankle Socks

Olive Ankle Socks

Orange Ankle Socks

Pink Ankle Socks

Green Knee Socks

Pink Knee Socks

Pink Mid-Calf Socks

Senior Cat Food Variety Pack

Cat Morostide Plushie

Orange Kitty Ear Cap

Tabby Catfish

Dapper Cat

Dapper Cat Plushie

Mint Wrapped Kitten Doll

Cream Tabby Cat Prosthetic Mask

Dapper Apricot Tabby Cat Figurine

Too Fluffy Cinnamon Cat Plushie

Blue Argyle Stockings

Green Peppermint

Minty Green Socks

Lovey Toe Socks

Pink and Purple Toe Socks

Skulled Toe Socks

Starry Toe Socks

Aqua Ankle Socks

Beefy Cat Food Variety Pack

Black Argyle Stockings

Black Mid-Calf Socks

Gray Ankle Socks

Blue Cozy Socks

Blue Space Bunny Plushie

Brown Zebra Knee Highs

Gray Argyle Stockings

Gray and Yellow Argyle Stockings

Gray and Tan Argyle Stockings

Dirty Socks

Dark Gray Ankle Socks

Dainty Silk Socks

Cream Mid-Calf Socks

Cat Scratching Post

Blue Zebra Knee Highs

Brown Knee Socks

Brown Ankle Socks

Bright Cozy Socks

Plain Blue Knee Highs

Purple Ankle Socks

Raw Chicken Wing

Red Zebra Knee Highs

Striped Pink Toe Socks

Pet Friends


Tux
One of The Boys

TroubleCat
One of The Boys

DopeyDragon
Daughter

BiscuitBaby
Daughter

AngryToothless
Daughter

Puzzle the Hoppy Cat
Favorite Rabbit