Susan had a rough start in life, born in late 2007, she along with many animals were abandoned in a old town house, but were rescued by the SPCA. My husband wanted a 3rd cat, so on May 20th 2008, I went to the shelter to select one, Susan was in a kennel with her sister Sora, the staff told me they are siblings and would love to keep them together. Me being the sucker that I am, I took them both.

About one week after the adoption, I noticed that Susan had signs of pregnancy, at her complementary vet appointment, the vet did confirm her pregnancy, however it was very early. Susan being as young as she was, I did not think it would be a good idea for her to have the kittens to term, so I opted to have the spay done anyway and kittens aborted.

Susan had such a sweet disposition, she was shy around some people, and other she would be in their face. She had no sense of personal space, each time I would have a bath, she felt the need to sit next to the tub to watch, and would get excited for some reason each time I used the toilet. Susan's favorite room in the house was the spare bedroom, though it could just be the fact that the door was always closed and she enjoyed being in rooms that doesn't have access to very often. Each time the room door would open she would run and on the bed and roll around, it was as I called it: her attempt at being 'cute'.

While all our cats are cute, Susan stood out as the cutest, which is why I always referred to her as the 'cute' one, and I would often tell her she wasn't as such just to get her going. She loved to lay around on the couch and carpeted stairs, anytime I told her she wasn't cute, she would roll around just to prove that she was, Susan always had to prove the point that she's cute. Numerous videos were filmed of her doing so.

Susan quite the star on film, she was even featured in a short film I produced about autism, Susan was the poster-cat for the syndrome, and played the role of the cat in which the primary character Callie connects with. She was very well behaved in the filming and had no issues being in a different environment, she loved to explore.

Susan had a playful side and had funny habits. She was very obsessed with the laser pointer, no matter where it was, Susan chased it with blind vigor, it was to the point that if she heard the pointer being picked up, she came running and got so excited, she looked for the light before it was even turned on, if asked "where is it" Susan would search the ground looking for the laser. An interesting habit Susan had was her love of the high-pitch tone of my phone deleting old numbers. Once played, Susan would come running and meow to the sound of the beeps, before buying a new phone, I made sure to record the beep sound so that Susan could talk to it. Even during her last days, Susan still responded to it.

In March 2010, I adopted a male cat name Stanley, and both him and Susan hit it off. They became fast friend and would cuddle together and would even ride the pet stroller together, though Stanley always preferred to be in the front and would give Susan a small bat if she tried to move next to him. While Stanley would head-butt anything, Susan would do the same, though it would only be the back of your hand or wrist, never the palm like most other cats do.

In fall of 2018, two small masses began to develop in Susan's groin area, the vet said the lumps did not seem serious, they were just under the skin and did not seemed to be attached to anything internally. However an x-ray and biopsy was done to play it safe, and the results largely pointed toward it being benign, though a few odd cells existed. As lumps go, it is hard to decide on what to do, because it did not seem like a threat, the lump was left to be observed, until both of them combined and grew larger. In early December, Susan had surgery to have the mass removed. The operation was very successful and there was nothing else found. While we knew that there was a possibility that tumor could be cancerous, there did not seem to be much of a point in testing it, because if the tumors grew back, there would not be much that could be done anyway... so the doctor agreed that having the lump removed was a good start. The doctor even became attached to Susan, citing how well behaved she was before and after the surgery.

Susan recovered very well from surgery, though she did not always follow the rules. She moved so much, even in her confined room, I began to call her 'my little worm', on top of the other nicknames of 'Little Susan' and 'slinky cat'. After recovery, everything seemed to be going well for a month, until I felt more lumps going up her groin area, it was located by her incision, so it felt as though her flesh was just healed up strangely, but they got bigger as time went by, and I knew that it meant the original tumor was indeed cancerous after all, and thus there was nothing that could be done from the very beginning, and the surgery simply gave her a few more months.

Susan did really well until the middle of March, she began to lose weight, but her behavior did not change, she still played and proved her 'cuteness' time and time again, however knowing that Susan was on borrowed time, I spent as much time as I could and gave her lots of love and attention.

On March 25th, Susan's light faded, her eyes were bright, however she was low on energy and slept a lot. Even while sleeping, she would turn her back, and her breathing sounded heavy, I knew something wasn't right, and her time was coming close, though I almost did not want to admit it at the time, Susan gave me mixed messages, so it was hard to tell if she was ready to go.

The next day on the 26th, I came home from work and my husband told me that Susan did not move much, and did not eat. I gave her some wet food and she ate some, though knowing the bond we have, she most likely wanted to make me happy. On the inside Susan was still there, her eyes bright, she still had the desire to be 'cute' that morning by rolling on the bed, and perked up at the sight of the laser, but in the evening her fighting energy was gone, it was confirmed when she did not go into the bathroom to watch me bathe. I made the call to put her down.

The only doctor that could see Susan was at the older clinic we used to visit. The vet examined Susan and was highly confident that she had breast cancer the whole time. Because the cancer existed on the cellular level, removing the tumor did nothing to stop it, the cancer spread to her lungs, causing her breathing to be labored. Susan went to the Rainbow Bridge at 7:48pm, I was the last person she saw and heard, and was well behaved as always.

There will never be another cat like Susan, her cremated remains will stand next to Vicky and Tubby, both cats in which she got along with very well, and I am sure they are getting along just fine in the great beyond. Rest in Peace Susan, I love you so much and you will never be forgotten.