Mama M had a surprise opportunity to adopt a Grand Champion Siamese from a lady in Atlanta. When she visited to check out the situation, Robillard immediately accepted her. They left together with the owner's blessing.
Roby, as the Seal Point was called, settled into his new home in short order. He showed no signs of special conceit even though he had won the Atlanta cat show. He loved to share Mama M's bed. He loved being petted. He even loved Tiger, who had become an indoor-outdoor cat by then, and Tiger loved Roby.
A couple of years later, Roby became sick. In the middle of the night, he coughed up blood onto the living room floor. Mama M picked him up and rocked him in her arms until morning, when she could take him to the Vet School's clinic. Tiger kept close watch from the sofa nearby.
After the vets had examined Roby, they told Mama M that he needed surgery. She agreed. Afterward, she was devastated to learn that Roby had real cancer of the stomach. They removed what they could and gave him bedrest in a cage for about a week. Mama M was allowed--even encouraged--to visit him, pet him, and show him her love.
When he had recovered from the surgery, however, she talked with one of the main vets, telling him that she could not afford to give him chemotherapy or any other major treatment. The vet agreed, particularly with the cat's being well into adulthood.
Roby lived for about three months longer, enjoying the love and life a champion deserved.
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