August 2nd 2011 4:45 pm
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Dear Hazel Lucy, Hazel Mazel, Julie and Buddie, this is Bellas mom, Debbie.
Julie, it's an offchance, but I'm wondering if you could put the word out to help.
We figure if it's meant to be it will.
My husband and I voluteer with Bobbi and the Strays here in NY. A few weeks ago one of the volunteers found 4 very frightened female spayed cats in the street. She took them home, had them examined by a vet and tested, etc. They were already spayed. Because she couldn't take them into her own apartment (she lives with 15 cats in a small apartment) and becuase she had 'hopeful adoptions on 2, she asked a neighbor if she could keep them in his garage. He allowed her to for probably about 2 weeks.
In that space of time she was able to find a good home for one. That same day the neighbor with the garage told her the cats had to go.
We took them into the 'Cat House' (the small cat sanctuary where we volunteer and oversee). One is right now being treated for Ringworm. She's a lovely 10 month-1 year old female pure white with gold eyes. The other cats are respectively a black and white 3 year old female, very friendly, who is doing ok. The last one...well, she is a heart breaker....
The last is the one I am at a loss for. I want to emphasize to you if we can't do anything else-find her a 'good plce' she will just live with James and I and the other cats. My concern for her is that this will be stressfull. We live in 2 rooms. Really the 4 cats live in one room, Natalie in the bedroom because since the fight that Natalie and Smokie had, because she was bitten, she can't be with the others.
But to give you the background we know on CeeCee....she apparently was the friend of the other cat that was adopted. The volunteer suspects that the cats belonged to a lady who passed away and they were put out by someone when she passed away.
When we got CeeCee to the cat house, it became clear that she had never been away from a home and apparently all the shocks of what had happened to her caught up with her in the space of a few weeks. She was extremely friendly (as they all are) but she broke my heart, Julie. She would sit gazing out of the gated window staring out at the yard. It was as though she was looking for someone.
She was never a great eater...we're not even sure when she was living in the garage what she was being fed or how often. But when we got her to the Cat House, she wouldn't eat cat food at all. We went out and got her chicken, and some roast beef, which she did eat. However 3 weeks ago she would barely eat, though we tried everything. We wound up taking her to the rescue's vet (that in my opinion I have less than pleasant views of-they discharged Miss Charlotte the day after her dentistry and I am convinced that's what killed her...she was about 12 after all. (my vet kept Bella after her dentistry for just that reason). Anyway, we bought her to the rescues vet and the whole trip there she sat in my lap, purred and kneaded. She did jump down at one point and knead the carpet on the car-she looked not unhappy. When we got her to the vet, they admitted her, did some tests, and told the rescue that she is suffering from Fatty Liver Disease and there was a chance she might not make it. The vet there suggested euthanizing her. We told them, and the rescue owner, absolutely not. We were not going to let them do that without giving her a chance-it wasn't fair with all she had been through to now be deprived of her life.
Well, with alot of begging, crying, pleading and my husband basically telling them he was going to 'catnap her and get her the hell out of that 'f'ing place, they took a whole different stance. They have been treating her since then, she has a stomach tube in and they are feeding her through that and then yesterday she started to eat on her own....though it was 'people' food-ham to be exact.
They told us she'll be there another week yet, at least.
The thing is, they have suggested that she be in a fairly 'low stress' environment when she be released, when she's ready to be released. The Cat House...it's not low stress. We have 70 cats in a small house and I can't return her there.
Our home is not ideal either. Smokie is weird, a wonderful cat, but he really is a bully in his heart and doesn't like the other cats there now, besides Ruffy. He tolerates Bella, and has gone after the BUB, but she's fiesty and holds her own.
The details of CeeCee are that she's a 10 year old cat who needs a low stress environment, will need to probably be on a special diet. We don't know more than that. We're hoping and praying that one of our voluneers could take her, but I have to tell you that they are great people, but not the brightest lightts...in the worst of the heatwave one of the volunteers after her shift shut off the air conditioner in the attic where the FELV cats live...it was a good thing the next volunteer put it on immediately! But you see what I mean.
I heared about how you helped with Laurel's cat, and I was hoping maybe you and Hazel Lucy...and Hazel Mazel...could send out some of that magick-see if there would be anyone who might potentially want to take on my sweet CeeCee. I truly love her. If we had a bigger place it wouldn't even worry me taking her home. So what if she needs a special diet, whatever....we'll figure it out. But low stress is not happening at my house. :( CeeCee isn't ready to go anywhere yet, but this is me worrying because we didn't fight so hard to save her to have her get sick from stress ....
Please don't feel that there is anything you need do. I'm just seeking out possible good karma for our little CeeCee.
With much love to you, Hazel, Hazel Mazel, and of course Buddie from Deb, Jim, and the KG cats.
We beleive after reading Laurels story that miracles happpen here.
July 29th 2011 7:25 pm
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Mommy is a bit relieved!
Big Vet, Dr.P got my blood results back. She did all sorts of tests.
1) She thinks my trembling and odd behavior was a reaction to the flagyl. She said not to take any more.(yeah!)
2) My creatine was a little off. She believes it is from the digestive upsets. She said my pancreatic enzymes are normal. She's told Daddy that it doesn't mean I don't have pancretitis, it's just that it's not acting up now and that everything else looks good.
She felt some of my issues came from my tummy, which set off me being dehydrated. I now get my fluids for now every other day as opposed to once every three days. This is til I am feeling better and she revisits with me next week.
I ate some of the low residue food today. I am enjoying Natural Abundance Dry food...I really seem to like it. She had suggested it for me and even bought out some of her own for her cat for me to try. (she loves me and admires me, I can tell.)
Anyway, I am feeling sleepy, but better. I came down today and scratched at my post.
Ruffy is home. It's scary, he's walking around like an alien with the cone on his head. Is he a conehead? He is banging into everything. Mommy told him to be calm and petted him. He shook his bandaged leg so hard the bandage came flying off! He's very strong. Luckily the bandage was supposed to come off.
Two weeks of this...sigh.
I wanted to extend a little 'mew' to the new S team, who are the new kits from the A teams family.
I still miss Apollo. Sigh.
I love you all, have a wonderful night.
July 28th 2011 6:36 am
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On Tuesday night Daddy had to bring some supplies to the Cat House. When he got there and was putting away some stuff, one of the volunteers came rushing in! She had a kitten in her hands, a tiny kitten. While walking one of the old chihuahas that lives at the cat house, she heard a mewing tiny urgent sound...and it was coming from a person around the corners yard. She went into the yard and saw a bucket of water with a tiny kitten in it! She scooped him out and put him in her shirt and then took him back to the cat house.
The little kitten is about 5 weeks old. He was very friendly, though shivering from his ordeal.
Daddy made some calls, and he and mommy took the tiny kitten-now named Moses by his rescuer-to meet the other rescue person who would take him out to the rescue's shelter. Since he is so tiny, he's not yet ready to go for adoption, but mommy said that he seemed just fine, very active, friendly, affectionate and playful. He already has sharp little claws and teeth.
Mommy and Daddy would have kept him, as would his rescuer, but all of them are up to their limit (I said, Mommy dear, he will get a wonderful home but it wouldn't be fair to us here).
I know mommy and daddy are sad, but I know also as a cat who has a great deal of knowledge that being he's very cute, he'll get a great home.
I'm so proud of my daddy, and of the lady who volunteers at the rescue! Do you know shes in her 70s, and still wallks over 2 bridges to go and volunteer there and has been doing that for over 8 years?
Daddy felt it was best the tiny one go to the 'main' shelter where he could get more exposure. But I know that he is still missing him.
I had to nuzzle him this morning and 'mrew?' to him extra softly.
Thank you from all the goodness of Catness!
July 26th 2011 6:34 am
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Well, yesterday night I got taken to the vet. It was 'Big Vet' and she was very glad to see me! The good news is I have not lost weight.
Big vet says I probably got cellulitis from the fluid under my skin. I was in rare form, hissing and growling and carrying on. This amuses my daddy and Big Vet, as I don't bite or scratch, just complain alot.
I also had my fluids changed. For everyone human who gives their kitties fluids, please know that the fluids can go bad if not given every day. Big vet gave new smaller bags of fluids that need to be in the fridge once opened, and then bought to room temp once given.
I now have to take icky flagyl too. And I'm on low residue diet. Yucky.
I was a good girl, though. Glen, the tech for the evening admired me. He and I are friends. He thinks I'm very pretty. He told me the cat before me was only 6 lbs, very very pretty longair yellow cat. She came in a little pink carrier.
She looked real cute.
When they opened the carrier door she came out like a Medusa, and screamed and scratched and bited. They needed 2 techs to hold her.
So I guess for all my noise they didn't mind me.
After the exam the doctor put me on the floor, and let me walk around. I explored, I marked things with my cheek. She said that I wasn't as miserable as my mom thought, if I was busy investigating and marking. She said that I look good, but she thought it was a combination of the bad weather-100 degrees and my tummy getting upset. I don't have diahrhea now, but she wants me on flagyl for a few days to get rid of any bad bacteria taht might be in my body.
So now I'm stretched out on the couch, and I am feeling sorta better.
How is everyone else doing out there?
July 25th 2011 8:28 am
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This has been quite a week. I was ill this weekend, especially yesterday. I had diahrhea 3 times and vomited.
Daddy is making an appointment for me to see the vet today. He and mommy are very concerned.
Mommy gave me Iams low residue food (I woudln't eat the icky ID), Daddy gave me fluids last night, and I was given my pepcid. I was very listless and cranky yesterday. I seem a bit better today, but have a pain in my side that is making me cranky.
My stool was soft this morning, but not terribly so...the diahrhea is gone and I am eating the low residue food.
Mommy and Daddy are worried. Mommy was veyr worried last night becuase I wasn't myself at all and seemed very uncomfortable. Today I was a bit better. I even had some water and dry food (science diet sensitive stomach, suggested by vet tch since I won't eat dry low residue) and then licked mommys nose.
Mommy thinks that it started when I came home from my B12 shot on Friday because it was so, so hot. Mommy and Daddy had the air on even at the apartment, but because it was 100 degrees, and the power company was reducing power, it wasn't as cool as it could have been.
Anyway, I see the vet later.
Ruffy has to go back, too. He's closing his eye again.
July 23rd 2011 6:49 am
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This is good. I got my shot, I got weighed.
It was 100 degrees out. There was air conditioning in the car.
And in the vets office.
I didn't like it, I never do, despite it being ok and cool.
I had thrown up 2x this week. But uh-oh! Daddy realized that I am probably eating the Blue Buffalo dry food during the day. My mom didn't think I was at the dry food any more. Vet said to put down my science diet...not a 'quality' food but if I am eating dry food, then I should eat dry food my tummy is used to. It could be that setting my tummy off. I had very bad diarhea this week 3 times...apparently, I had that, not constipation. Thats Ruffy's department.
So as per the vet, I am doing ok. They tried to make me eat ID-yucky!!!! But you know what? The Fat Boys (those brothers of mine) will eat it!!! They will eat anything!!!
But Daddy said we'll keep me on Natural Balance for now.
I vomited copiously in the car on the way home, and then had that diahrhea again....it was very stinky in there and daddy opened the car windows and then parked the car and got me upstairs and right into the bath with me! I didn't like it, but you know, I always feel better after a bath! I love being clean!
Daddy is so good! At the vets office was a disabled man who was there to pick up his kittie! It was so hot out and Daddy gave him and his kitty a ride home! Lucky for the man, I hadn't 'performed' yet, I waited til I was 2 blocks from our apartment house to do that.
So I had some wewuvla or whatever the name of that food is shredded chicken and veggies...daddy forgot to get me more food yesterday...so mommy and daddy have to get us food today.
We love you all out there!
Kisses blown to everyone.....
July 20th 2011 9:09 am
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Mommy noticed yesterday I was not myself...a bit testy and I seemed uncomfortable. The evening before Daddy found poop on the floor. He asked who's poop it was, but of course, I wasn't about to lay a claim to it.
Well, yesterday morning mommy saw me lift my leg and I looked like I would groom, but didn't! And then she saw why! I was crusted with poop! It looked old and dry and it looked to her like I had been constipated!
Well, mommy went in and changed into her 'Bella bathing' shirt, and put on some plastic gloves, then ran the water in the bath and took me in.
Now I don't like baths, exactly, but I will tolerate them if they make me feel better, and though I didn't like it, it did feel better after.
Mommy then took me out and dried me off, (she only did my backside and tail and paws.) She then put me down on a towel on the couch and brushed me.
Mommy said when I go for my B12 shot on Friday, she's going to ask them to do a 'quick cut around her back end!'
I got my fluids last night, and I am eating Natural Balance and seem to like it, except for this little 'problem'. I guess,s igh, I'll be getting a little fiber now, too. Darn.
July 13th 2011 3:36 am
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I wanted to thank everyone for the honor-it was so kind of everyone!
I want to say that everyone here has been so kind, and I am very grateful for all the kindness shown!
Today I am feeling ok. Mommy has the window open for a bit (screened of course) to get some fresh air in before she has to get ready for work. I'm enjoying a morning stretch out on the love seat. I just had some breakfast. I'm a nibbler, so not eating a whole lot....but I did eat about 3/4 of a small cat of mideast feast.
I really am thankful for all my good friends.
July 12th 2011 3:54 am
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Thank you Catster and all my Fur friends and those not so furry!
I am honored!
I must share this honor with all of you-especially those of you who 'came in from the cold' and my good friends on Catster who are so kind to us!
When one us is honored, we all are, for we shine in the spotlight that says 'Yes, we came in from the cold-and we are lovely and special and we ADOPTED OUR PAWRENTS!
Thank you to all my furs....and to the folks at Catster who choose me. Purrrs to you and thank you so much.
July 8th 2011 10:08 am
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Dear Mommy, (and Daddy, because although you came to me later, I still love you alot),
Many years ago I 'came in from the cold'. I will aways remember that I, a grey and white semi long hair cat seemed to have grey and darker grey ragged coat. I had lived on the block for awhile, with litters of my kits, and then they would grow up and i'd have another.
With the last litter I had I picked the unfortunate place to keep them behind a rosebush in the next door neighbors yard. The woman (hiss!!!) took out a hose and sprayed them, little things that they were, with cold hose water. I'm glad it was summer. I came and stood before them and yowled at her. She threatened to poison me and went to hit me with a rock.
Then, mommy you ran out of the house, and down the steps. You stood on the other side of the fence and you SCARED that woman (yesssss!!!!) You told her you'd make sure she went to jail for animal cruelty. When her husband came out you told him the same thing. They ran back into their house, and you and your sister spent an hour gathering up my kits and getting them into the basement.
Your sister didn't think I'd come. After all, I was 'feral'. I guess that she didn't know, my mom without too much fur, that by then, I knew you were my friend. You went and got a plate of food, and then, held it out to me. I followed you, and the sound of my kits crying, down the basement stairs and into the small apartment that belonged to your sister.
You got my kits and I in to the vet you worked for, the no kill shelter you worked for. When we got there, your vet friend told you the kits were old enough to go for adoption. You watched me with them, and buried your face in my neck and cried. You cried because you knew I loved my kits, and wouldn't want them to go. But you knew it was best. You took me home that night and watched me walk around looking for them and crying for them.
A few weeks later, you bought me in to get spayed.
I can forgive you that you found another home for me at first. You felt it would be best, and when a co worker fell in love with my good looks and promised to take great care of me you agreed. But I didn't want to be there, I wanted to be home with you. So after 3 fruitless weeks of me not wanting to come out to him or his wife, you came and got me again. And when I got home I jumped up on your bed, and groomed and you put down my favorite food and I went and ate a bit then jumped back on My Bed.
When Daddy came to join us, I told you I loved him because I slept on him, and would groom his face sometimes. I guess I felt the fur on his face needed it.
When you took in the others, I was not happy-I guess I never will be, but you know, Mommy, the cat in me that lives with you doesn't like it...I want to be the only one. But in my Soul, I know you could have done nothing else.
When we moved, I didn't like it, going from sleeping on the bed with you to the love seat. But in the mornings you come and brush me and love me and pick me up and say 'My Bellisimo' and hold me close to you. You worry over me, and I know it. I know that as I gaze at you, you worry about me being thinner, less active, and you worry at every vet visit as I have gone into my Senior years. But yet, I have ascended the stairs of being 'Elderwise' with grace, and as the Matriarch I am of the felines of this house. I head this Tribe of Small Tigers, and have never ceeded that crown to any other cat.
You worried over me when I had that weird thingy that made me sick that Big Vet-Dr. Paloni-cured. And when I see Dr. P, I know how lucky I am, even when she's giving me my B 12 shot that Auntie Lisa and the IBD kitties told mommy about. And I thank all my good Catster friends for being there for us, and for sitting on the virtual porch as an 'olde furt' and share about pancretitis and arthritis and oh, all the 'itis's'. Thank you all for your wisdom and love....Big Harry, Kaci Sunshine, who seems to have alot of my own 'stuff' and understands, Queen T, Hazel Lucy, Boxie Brown, Finney and Lacey and Alex, The 'A' Team (yes, I love Apollo, even though he's at the Bridge) Miss Ivey who's newly 'in from the cold' and her family..the Trouttown tabbies, who make mommy smile, Simone, Marrakesh and her mommy, Ingen, becuase she's so cute, Sweets because she's 'up there' too, and to, well, more of you than I have know here and could go on and on about. Thank you for reaching back to me, to mommy and daddy, for caring.
I love my mom. I love my daddy. I know they worry. I understand. I bear with the things that come with age, but I enjoy my sun spots, my window to gaze out of (even if it does seem to face another brick wall, I can always look up at the birds or at the squirrel that comes to the fire escape), and lay on my blanket and enjoy the breeze, or the cool air as it touches my nose. I purr as mommy brushes and pets me, and leans over and kisses me after she gives me my pill. The whispered 'I love you, Bella' that sometimes comes with a wet spot on my head. Don't worry Mommy....becuase I love you too. Please don't worry too much. We, as felines, well, we live in the moment. We relish the quiet afternoons on the sofa, the 'pop' of a can, the tidbit of chicken or roast beef, the smoothing of a brush across our coat, the warmth of the sun.
I cherish you, my friend, my guardian, my person. I am so glad we found each other, and so glad I share your life. I'm so glad Daddy is here to give me pets and sing to me and even give me water under my skin. I love you and I am so happy....never doubt that.
So...I look back at the memory of a skinny, cautioius eyed kitty that stood on the back of a fence, and gave in to trusting, one more time....and am so very glad I did.
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