Um, what just happened?  I think my mother's dementia is getting worse OR mother was just having one of her (now) occasional meltdowns.  They used to be daily, but now they are 1-2 times a year.  All because of the last one she threw, I threatened to put her in jail if she did it again (though I should have had her committed that time).  

Anyways, yesterday morning, she was knocking on my bedroom door, yelling about where her 17-year old cat is.  My son and husband and I were watching "The Floor" with Rob Lowe, which is kind of entertaining.  So we paused it and I said "She's most likely in your room."  She said "She's not!  I can't find her!"  I said she could be outside.  She started freaking out, saying she went outside to die.  I said why would she be dying?  She was fine yesterday and wasn't sick.  She screamed that the cat doesn't need to be sick to die!  I was so confused and said yes she does.  Or she needs to be showing signs of dying.  She screams "I can tell!!!  I know she's dying!!!"  I said "Well, I don't know what to tell you.  That makes no sense, but okay."  She went off to go smoke outside and I went into her room and gave it a once over for the cat.  Then my son went into the kitchen and found her on the chair, where she sleeps every damned day, curled up on a pillow.  So I opened the back door and said "YOUR CAT IS WHERE SHE IS EVERY SINGLE DAY!  SHE'S SITTING AT THE TABLE!"  And then I went back to my room.  I could have been nicer about it, but she was screaming at me, as though I was being insane for thinking she was insane.  

So, she came to my room and said "Where on the table is she?" I said "I didn't say on the table, I said at the table.  She's the chair with the pillow, where is she every single day."  Then she went out there, snatched up her cat and brought her to her room.  

The entire thing was so freaking weird, as she's never acted that freaked out about a cat before, not even her favorite cat.  Several years ago, like 5, this same cat was PISSING BLOOD and she said "Oh, she's old, let her die!  It's her time!"  The cat was not old, and when I went to take her to the vet, she had stopped peeing blood.  

I am telling you, her dementia is going to make her totally crazy.  I am sooooo not looking forward to that.  

But now realizing it had to be her dementia, I will be nicer to her when she's freaking out (unless she's getting violent--then I will be calling the police).  It's just that I've been dealing with her giving me this type of behavior for my entire life.  And I used to always be nice to her, and she used to treat me like horrible shit.  So now, I don't have to put up with it anymore, but now it may not even be her fault.  Ugh.  Kind of not fair, right?  Oh well.  I will try to do better next time.  Whether she deserves it or not.