At The End of The Day

Feeling tired and sad tonight, as I sit and think about what’s coming on Monday. This will be the third kitty I have had to put down.

Smokie has kidney disease, just as the first two did. Kidney disease does awful things to kitties. They start losing weight and then have ferocious appetites. It’s the body’s way of maintaining the rapidly decreasing body weight. They urinate often and in very large quantities. They drink a LOT of water.

Since cats have their own distinct personalities, this disease causes their behavior to change in different ways. Fuzzy used to splash water out of the water dishes all the time and was very vocal (extremely loud) about being hungry. Korn stopped grooming himself and was a big matted mess that I couldn’t keep up with. He also stepped in his own pee clumps and got litter on his feet, which hardened later. He was a mess. About a year ago, Smokie decided she wasn’t going to pee in the litter box anymore. She would go outside the box; I mean right outside the box! She pooped in the box just fine. She also started using various places in the house to pee. We have had to put puppy pads in those places and around the litter box.

She is 15 1/2 years old. She’s not had the best life, but she was loved. I called her my “Franken Kitty” for a long time because of her accident. She was just a couple years old when it happened, but she either got hit by a car or kicked by a cow (or horse) but her jaw had been broken and had to be wired for a short time. The trauma to her head messed up her eyesight. She hasn’t been able to see much except shadows ever since. I guess I should have just put her down then… I couldn’t bear it then any more than I can now, but it has to be done. She’s not going to get better and I won’t watch her suffer.

She was the favorite of the litter when she was born. Her coloring was unique (I thought at the time but have seen many cats with that coloring since) and she was a sweetheart. She would catch mice and throw them around in the snow, which was a hilarious sight! She loved the snow. Even after her accident, she wanted to go outside, but she could only go out with supervision and sometimes she’d follow me on my walks. I remember one time, her momma brought her a mouse. I think momma knew there was something wrong with her.

A couple of years ago, we were able to build an enclosure for the cats. I call it the “catio.” The cats, including Smokie, can come and go as they please through the cat door. She loves that freedom. They all do. They spend more time out there than they do in the house. I love that they can go out and be safe.

Smokie will be missed, just as Fuzz and Korn are. I will be left with 4 kitties; Alice, Jack, Honey, & Kitty. Kitty is 12 this year and I hope she has at least 3 or 4 good years left. My heart needs time to heal. I will be taking a few days off from blogging, Facebooking, etc., to grieve. I hope to be back mid-week.

Thank you for reading and thank you for your support and understanding.

Sammy

I got to thinking the other day about all the pets I have had in my lifetime. I’ve had several, as have most people I suppose. Having pets teaches kids so many things, like responsibility and empathy. Since I was a kid I’ve been a softy for animals and I’ve always cried like a baby (even now) when a beloved pet dies.

My first pet was a male German Shepherd. His name was Blitz, which was short for something in German, but I just don’t recall what that was. He was very protective of me and our backyard. We had to rehome him because he tried to bite many people who got too close to the fence, including a man who worked for the city electric company. My parents thought it was best to avoid getting sued.

We eventually got another dog when my baby sister was just barely able to talk. The dachshund-beagle mix was named MiMi because all my bratty little baby sister could say was, “Me! Me! Me!” She lived to be a ripe old age but had to be put down when she started to develop tumors. (The dog, not my baby sister.)

I was in the 5th grade (I think) when the class guinea pig had babies and the teacher decided to draw names for who would get to take a baby home as a pet. I just happened to win one! I named my little guy Snorky, after one of The Banana Splits. If you don’t know who they were you can Google it. Snorky always squealed his guinea pig squeal when he heard the refrigerator door open. He knew we kept his veggies in there.

We had a hamster when we were growing up, too. I don’t recall its name but I do remember one night we heard a squeaking-squealing noise and we thought it was Dad making his weird noises. Turns out the little hamster got out of its cage and our cat Fluffy had it cornered. Mom saved its life.

We had a cat named Fluffy, as mentioned above. I don’t know what happened to her but I remember when she had babies. There were 5 or 6 of them. I think that’s when I developed my eternal love and admiration for cats.

We had a tomcat named Tom when I was a baby/toddler. I have a photo of me holding Tom but I don’t remember him. I remember Mom telling me years ago that Tom would be gone for days and when he returned, he was always covered with ants! (Maybe this is when my love of cats developed and not with Fluffy!)

I think we had pet mice at one time, too! I recall having 2 mice in an old aquarium made into a mouse house. Then, insanely, we had about 3,024 babies and had to give them to a pet store! No more mice!

One of my most unusual pets growing up was a tortoise named Sammy. He lived in our backyard. I don’t recall where we got him. He lived in and under an old dog house. I fed and watered him every day. He was something! Sometimes, he would leave our backyard and would be missing for days, even weeks at a time. The neighbors would find him in their gardens and bring him back to our house. He was really hard to see, so we painted yellow spots on his shell so we could find him more easily. We eventually donated him to the local zoo so he could be with other tortoises. We visited on occasion but since his yellow spots wore off, we couldn’t tell which one was Sammy anymore!

Since I grew up (hahaha) I can’t even remember how many pets I’ve had. But I CAN tell you, they’ve mostly been cats! How many pets did you have as a child? What was the most unusual pet you had?

 

A Simple Caturday

Just a simple Caturday here in SW Missouri. The sun was out and Honey and Alice were soaking up some warmth. Alice is feeling much better, thank goodness. Kitty is feeling much better too but declined to come out for our little photo shoot this morning.

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“What the heck are ya lookin’ at, maw?”

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“I feel that wind blowing through my fur… Wait. No. I forgot maw shaved a lot of my fur off my backside cuz I was a matted mess.”

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Smokie loves being out in the catio. I think she was “looking” for me. I asked her if she knew where she was, and Dad in all his silliness says, “She’s in the jungle baby!” If you don’t get the song reference then you need more rock music in your life!

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Jack, well Jack is out and about. He gets to go outside the catio during the day. He was half wild and used to being outside when I adopted him. As I write this, I realize it’s almost dark out so I’d better get him inside.

Good Care Costs A Bit More, It Seems

A little, fat, hairy ass spider just ran up the wall and back down again, never to be seen until it scares the crap out of me crawling up my leg or some other body part. Yay.

Aaaaaagh. It has been a couple of hectic weeks and I’m glad things are on the mend.

Last week, Kitty got sick and I took her to our primary vet. I’ve had about all I am going to take from that clinic! Poor Kitty was confined to her carrier from 11am Thursday to around 1pm on Friday when I finally got her home! I was livid. I even sent extra bedding so she would have a little bit of home. Did they use it? Nope. That poor cat sat in her own urine for all that time. She was traumatized to the max. I will most likely never be able to get her in a carrier again. EVER.

Her blood work showed she is pre-diabetic, so all of my furbabies are on a diet and their dry food is being limited. I still think there’s something else going on to cause blood and mucus in her stool but what the hell do I know? They gave her meds for worms and other parasites….which I told them I could not give to my cats because of my pain and mobility issues. That was the reason she stayed overnight. When I picked her up they handed me a bottle of liquid medication for parasites and told me there was 4 more doses left. That pissed me off because they didn’t tell me there would be more than one dose! The whole reason for her staying the night was so THEY could give the meds. (If I had to take her home right after they gave the meds, she would have thrown it up on the drive back.)

Then on Saturday, poor Alice was sick again. A few weeks ago she had the sniffles and the sneezies but it went away after about 5 days, as cat colds normally do. Well, it came back again and she just wasn’t eating or drinking much. Monday, I tried to call our secondary vet (more expensive) but they were booked up until this Saturday. I called a few other vets, but they were all booked up as well. Out of desperation, I called our primary vet but she was booked until this Friday. (Phew!)

The last vet I called got us in on Tuesday, cost a little more, but was the best vet I have ever encountered in my life! First off, the facility didn’t smell like it was a veterinary clinic. No dog smell, cat smell, disinfectant smell, medicine-y smell, no nothing. They have these awesome odor eliminating candles! Of course, I had to buy one!

 

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The receptionist was very friendly. It was Alice’s turn almost right away. The vet was a very caring and gentle woman, who brought her assistant in to help. She was also very kind and gentle. She made Alice feel very secure and safe while the vet was checking her out. The vet told listened to her lungs to check for an upper respiratory problem. Turns out it wasn’t in her lungs, it was in her sinuses. They gave Alice subcutaneous fluids to hydrate, and a long-acting antibiotic injection. She understood that I had issues giving oral meds. I knew the injection would be more costly but it was worth it. In fact, paying more for everything at this new place was worth it!  We have ourselves a new vet!

Alice is feeling much better today. She finally has her appetite back! She’s eating and drinking better and not sneezing as much. She’s back to her old self again! Now, to keep an eye on Kitty…who was just snoring like crazy beside me…hopefully, she’ll not have any more symptoms but if she does, at least I will feel more at ease about taking her to this new vet! (That is IF I can get her into the carrier.)

 

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Oh, and that little, fat, hairy ass spider just found his way up my leg, just as I suspected he would! I squealed a little and brushed him off. He took off and went back from whence he came. I’m sure I haven’t seen the last of him!

 

 

 

When Mom Is Away: By Alice, The Cat

18403030_10155277473194299_8916402982925783340_nMy name is Alice. My day starts bright and early, with running back and forth across the house and in and out the cat door to the catio. I’m so glad Grampa and that other guy built the catio! I’m happy there’s a little door just for us! Can you believe it? We can come and go to get fresh air and see scary critters outside without actually being outside! It’s so fun! But not so fun when the scary dog-like monsters howl in the night. That’s scary as hell.

My friend, Jack sometimes runs in and out with me, but the others just sit and watch us 31046376_10156330787054299_2440345390300430700_nas we dash by. Jack is my friend. When he first came here, he was mean and I didn’t like him. But Mom broke him of that nonsense with that green vest she made him wear. I laughed at him, from around the corner of the room of course. Then when I knew he wouldn’t chase me, I was all bad ass like, “Come at me, bro. You’re not so scary now are ya?”

When Jack and I are running through the house at daybreak, I hear Mom holler from her bedroom, “What the hell are you guys doing out there?” Sometimes she just yells, “Knock it off!”

What’s a cat to do? I get bored. I sleep all day and when Mom and Grampa are sleeping, they expect us to be quiet? Seriously? It’s their own fault for sleeping when it’s time to play! What’s wrong with them, anyway?

31091837_10156330787169299_5438865689683480012_nToday, they are leaving the house for an afternoon of what-I-don’t-know but Mom has the nerve to put me in charge! ME!? Doesn’t she know I want to sleep during the day? She expects me to keep the others in line? Ha.

So, off Mom and Grampa go. I hope they’re back in time for dinner. I hate when they feed31138096_10156330786869299_4361550532215367696_n us late. Especially when I have to listen to Honey Bear bitch and moan about it. That cat is always hungry! She’s a hefty broad, too! Mom says she weighs 17 pounds! I don’t know what pounds are but Mom says Honey Bear is the heaviest cat she has ever seen. She’s a WHOPPER!

16864531_10155012210634299_5022076640343383114_nSmokie just peed on the floor. Good thing Mom puts puppy pads down next to the litter box and it’s really, really a good thing that Mom doesn’t blame me. Since I’m in charge and all. I keep telling Smokie, “You poop in the box, why can’t you pee in it?” She tells me to STFU. “I’m blind, too. What do you expect?” It’s just an excuse. I’d like to kick her ass. I guess that’s what happens when you get old. Mom always says she’s getting old, too, just like Smokie. I hope SHE doesn’t pee on the floor!

Kitty sleeps the whole time Mom and Grampa are gone. I never see hide nor hair of her. 31100320_10156330798799299_340881733414506977_nGood thing, ‘cuz Kitty is kinda scary. She always slaps at us if we get too close. She growls sometimes too. I’m just glad she’s not too mean to me. She’s kind of friendly when she’s sleeping next to Mom. That’s when I squeeze between them to keep warm when it’s really cold. It’s been cold for a long time. What’s with that anyway?

Mom left Jack outside while she’s away. I don’t have anyone to play with. I get so bored. I miss Fuzzy and Korn. They liked me. They played with me and cuddled with me.

I guess I’ll just sleep until Mom comes home.

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