My poor Lily

Afternoon all.

I'm worried about my poor little Lily Lou (the white cat in the profile pictures.)

She's always been a bit "strange", hiding within the folded up sofa bed, (took me some time to discover that particular hiding place) suddenly deciding that Mr P is definitely a cat murderer, this results in spectacular "leg spins" on the laminate floor in the kitchen as she bolts to safety upstairs, prompting me to say "you looked at her, didn't you!".

And of course we have always had to explain to anyone taking on cat feeding duties if we are away over night that, yes, they do need to put down three bowls of food even though they can only see 2 cats, because Lily is upstairs working on her Miss Havisham impersonation, which is coming along quite nicely, thank you for asking. And no, don't try to find her because it only makes her worse. If you are that concerned that she is a figment of our imagination, just look at the considerable amount of white fluff that rolls across the floor like tumbleweed in a bad Western.

She has been coming out of her favoured spare room lately, albeit only to take up position on the stairs. But at least this way she is actually visible, and can be sure of a quick stroke and a chat as we go up and down. Up and down, that is with a rather odd movement whilst passing her, as she sits in the middle of her chosen stair rather than to the side . She does however move to the banister side occasionally, which enables her to launch herself at my shoulders if I am going past on my way to the sitting room. We then spend a happy half hour with me sitting on the sofa with her firmly attached to be and seemingly intent on climbing onto my head.

However, she has started having fits . Mr P reported that she had one yesterday morning on the kitchen floor while he was putting the cats breakfast in their bowls. She recovered quite quickly and tucked in as normal.

Then, yesterday evening she was on my lap in the kitchen when she had another fit and wee'ed all over my trousers.

In between times she seems ok, as far as we can tell.

No doubt there is probably some sort of medication that the vet could prescribe to control the fits, but the thought of putting her through the stress of administering tablets is off putting. (This is a cat who has to have a 3 hour lie down in a darkened room to get over the trauma of having flea drops applied between her shoulders)

I've always felt that it is the quality of life that matters, but I'm afraid that I'm struggling to work out exactly what her quality of life currently is.

Thank you for reading.