Okay, so I kinda feel weird about doing this since I feel like this isn't the place to ask these kinds of things. But I know how kind this community is, which is a rarity in this huge world we call the Internet. So I hope that at least one member on here could help, a least a little. I really don't know where else to go. This morning I was feeling depressed when a light bulb popped over my head, and that light bulb is to talk to you guys. I am feeling really hopeful... I just ask if you can help me, even if you know little about this topic. Just tell me all you know about this, because chances are you know more than me.

My cat, Twiggy, was a birthday gift when I turned 13. She had always been skinny, ever since I first saw her at the Humane Society, hence her name. She ate like a pig so we all just assumed it was her metabolism or something. Recently, the problem got worse. A while ago we took her to the vet to get her treated for tapeworms. The last time she had been at the vet, she had weighed 7 pounds. When we took her to the vet this time, she weighed 5. Of course, we thought it was the tapeworms. So we gave her some medicine for them, and that got rid of the worms.

Then, I'm not sure if this is because of the medicine or if it's coincidental, but around the time we first gave her the medicine she wasn't herself. She didn't move and run around as much as she did. She loved to go outside, but she stopped. We took her to the vet again, to check her worms. I wasn't there this time. My mother told me that the vet had felt that one of her kidneys was bigger than the other. She told me there was nothing we can do, but I felt she was lying to me so I called the vet. He had recommended we do blood work, but mom refused to do it because it was expensive. I wanted to pay for it, I mean it was only 200 dollars, I can pay for that. But my mom thought it was stupid. She said that she has kidney problems and there is nothing we could do.

I looked it up, there are plenty of things you can do. But I still really don't know what to do. My mom refuses to put her on any diet, she refuses to give her clean water everyday, and she refuses to do anything to help because she feels like there is nothing we can do.

I came back to my mom's house yesterday, after a trip to Ohio. Twiggy is an a worse condition than she was last week. She is literally nothing but skin and bones. I can feel her one kidney is huge, while I can't feel the other at all. All she does is sit around on the couch, she only gets up for food and water. And her food... she only eats little bites. And when she pees, it's in the same spot on my room, which means she's telling us something is wrong. Her pee is dark orange. She is starting to feel a little better and tried to go outside today, but that is the only thing I can see good about her condition.

I feel horrible. I am 13 going on 14 and I have little, if any, experience in these kinds of things. My mom is not a cat person, and she's so used to having my father do everything for her. She expects for Twiggy to magically get better by dad, but he's not going to do that anymore. Her two other dogs are in horrible shape too, but MY cat is worst. When I leave my dad and step-mom's house, I don't have to worry about our pets. Even though one has cancer that we truly can't do anything about, and our Aussie just recently died from a terrible disease, I know they are getting the best love and care they need. The only reason pets die at my dad's house is because we really, truly can't do anything about it. When I leave my mother's house, I am worried. I'm worried about my cat and the collie and the Dachshund, because my mom refuses to do anything to help them. And I can't do anything. If I could, I would take Twiggy to the vet and pay for whatever needs to be done ASAP. But I can't, my age restricts what I want to do.

She has only lived with us for a year, and I fear that by this Christmas she won't be here...

I am responsible for all this. It was ME who begged my mom for a cat, and I was the one who chose Twiggy to come home with me. If she had ended up with another family, they probably would of taken care of her and when problems like this arose they would take her to the vet and get her treated and she would live the rest of her days happy. But she lives with us, and we treat her like dirt. For the past year I had been too busy playing Skyrim or TF2 or whatever I was overly obsessed with at the time, when I should have been petting and playing with Twiggy. I could have noticed if something was wrong earlier. I would push her away when I was too focused in a game or listening to music, and I feel horrible.

She is only two years old, she had the rest of her life. And I feel like I took that away from her.

I'm paying more attention to her now. I pet her while watching TV or have her sit in my lap while I'm playing TF2, just try to make her feel more loved. I feel like this is the only thing to do, to ask you guys for advice. I know that this place has plenty of older, more experienced cat owners that may have gone through something similar like this. I am just looking for advice, and anything, even something little, would be more than great. This is my last resort. Just... anything, anything at all, to help my Twiggy.