Hello friends,

my name is Vendelínand I was born in summer 2011 in Prague's Olšany. My mum is Sněhurka, an unspayed girl-cat somebody threw out to the streets. I don't remember my dad - he was probably one of the stray male-cats, who lived around the feeding spots.

Just like every other kitty I liked being a part of all sorts of shenanigans with my friends. Climbing trees, playing tag, or catching flies. I wasjust enjoying my life to the fullest.

I had a "blister" on my eye that just kept growing and growing. I don't know where it came from - if I had some sort of infection or if I poked my eye during one of our crazy games. Because of this I was accepted into foster care and it got name "protruded cornea of the eye". This was followed by examinations and surgeries with an ophthalmologist and endless eye dripping. Unfortunately, after a few weeks the stitched eye loosened again and a second operation followed, this time with the use of an implant (actually - a patch). And again we dripped and dripped... So much that I developed wariness and shyness towards humans from this intensive care. However, the eye was saved!

Everything seemed rosy, I got used to the warm bed and tolerated the presence of a human. The days passed like water. I played and frolicked and didn't even think about that sore eye anymore. I sneezed and had a cold from time to time, but since I'm no crybaby, I couldn't be bothered.

But it didn't seem normal to my auntie, especially when my problems returned after just several months after treatment, then more and more often, later even weeks after treatment. "Venda, have you got snotty nose again?" she asked me. She didn't even wait for my answer that it was nothing and we went to the vet. Our vet recommended a clinic that does rhinoscopy to look into that naughty nose - and that's when I was diagnosed with a malignant tumor in my left nasal cavity - adenocarcinoma.

We started chemotherapy to treat the tumor. Once a month I was brought to the vet, where the doctor shaved my leg and injected a cannula with medicine directly into my vein. I got used to seeing the doctor regularly, which was always accompanied by a little pinch.

But in the summer of 2021, a turning point came. The blood vessels in my paws have had enough of the neverending piercing and said enough! Make other arrangements, because nothing will get past us anymore. And there it was, blood draws and cannulations could no longer be done through the blood vessels and there was a major change in treatment. I started getting pills of the medicine directly into my mouth.
I had to go through this disgusting pastime 3 times a week (Monday, Wednesday and Friday). At first, I tolerated the pills, although I did not feel comfortable taking them. But as time went on, I began to hate them. The evening part of the day was the worst part for me, I knew my auntie would come and try to shove the nastiness down my throat.
So I started protesting. I hid. Under the bed, under the couch, wherever I couldn't be found. It didn't work. I let out a shriek of terror at being caught, running, scratching, sputtering and hissing around.

And then, once, I didn't really swallow the medicine. I've won! I thought. This tactic finally worked! I celebrated, I was all caught up in this win. But suddenly my I've heard inner voice say, "How foolish you are, Vendelín. The tumor won't just go away. And if you still want to enjoy nice moments with your friends, treatment is essential." I realized my mistake. In the meantime, the lady had arranged with the doctor to return to the original treatment with The Drip for a while.
And so from August 2022, I have been going back every month for that pinching visit. No protests now, though, because I know the treatment is vital to me. That each successive shave of my leg will ensure more time with my feline friends. Every cannula stick means another opportunity for me to enjoy the raw meat I love so much. And that this chemo gives me more time in this world.

If you would like to donate a little bit of this time to me and sponsor my treatment, I am going to be endlessly thankful. I really like it here, in this world!
Your Venda

Venda's treatment is going great, he is eating well and you can see just how happy and content he is. Unfortunately, it is very financially challenging, on average it costs 6000 CZK a month, which is the reason why we decided to proceed with this fundraiser. For half a year for now. 
We are going to be eternally thankful for any kind of financial help for Vendelínek, money will be used for his treatment and food. This little warrior really does deserve it. Thank you loads and loads.