Published on March 23, 2022 Author : Nancy (Admin)
Ti-Mine was my husband's father's cat.
She came into our lives after my father-in-law had his first severe seizure related to frontotemporal dementia, of course at the time we didn't know what his diagnosis was.
My father-in-law is a violent man, with a military background, having been beaten by his father himself in the past, so when the disease started to hit, he lost all control of himself and Ti-Mine, our cat now, started to take a liking to him and one night he called us in the middle of the night to tell us that if we didn't come and get her he was going to kill her because she was sticking to him too much.
He was staying away from our house so we went down in the middle of the night to get her, my father-in-law had completely devastated the apartment, they had almost thrown everything in the trash and the cat was hidden, my husband had to take care of the cat and send his father to the hospital at that time, because our health care system is one of the worst in the world in terms of mental health and dementia care, he was released the next day with the promise of medication, you will understand that after that he got even worse, but that is another story.
Since then, between 2008 and 2009 we have had the joy of living peacefully with this wonderful cat Ti-Mines, she is now quite old, but she is still very pleasant to be with and very cuddly.