Skills: She can climb stairs not bad for a CH kitty
Arrival Story: So here I was again, looking at Gumtree at the ginger kittens. Why oh why do I do it. I’d recently lost Buzz our beautiful ginger fur aged 15 months old. He’d gone out one day and never come back he’d found his way to the railway line and been killed by a train. Buzz was my little angel. I’d adopted him and his sister Boo when my other beautiful furbaby little Alfie lost his battle against wet FIP when he was just 15 weeks old. So here I was again, and this is how I ended up adopting my beautiful little Flossie and her brother Freddie.
They were born on 11 May 2013, two tiny little ginger bundles, only 2 kittens in the litter. I was sure they would be 2 ginger boys and my mind told me that one would be Buzz and one Alfie. I just had to go and visit them for a look. I knew it was a mistake, but it was too late I was outside the flat. I met Charlotte who told me that they suspected that one was a girl, but it was too early to tell. I didn’t think it was very likely but decided to adopt the one that definitely looked like a boy. He was two weeks old. During the week I had this feeling of wanting to adopt the other one as I wanted to keep them together so I got in touch and it was decided both kittens would come home with me when they were old enough. Sure enough one of them was a girl. I was delighted.
Flossie was much smaller than her brother Freddie, but she could give him the run around and they both seemed healthy. At about 5 weeks Flossie started to walks slightly funny, she just didn’t seem to lose her new born kitten walk. She looked like she was about the pee most of the time because of the way she sat. I didn’t think too much about it as they were just too adorable and I was really excited about bringing them home and at 7 weeks old they came home.
Flossie seemed to walk with a limp and Charlotte said that their vet had diagnosed her with having a slightly shorter muscle in her left leg. After a couple of days Flossie started to stumble and fall to one side. She didn’t seem to be eating so I had to hand feed her. On the Tuesday I took her to my vet, but they just said that I had to wait and see. I found another vet and on the Thursday Flossie was diagnosed with Cerebeller Hypoplasia (CH).
Flossie’s condition seemed to deteriorate which is something that CH isn’t supposed to do. The vet is quite pleased with Flossie’s progress so far, but there is some possibility that Flossie just might have other underlying issues so it may be necessary to refer her to a neurology specialist in the near future. The vet said that Freddie will be the best medicine that Flossie can have so we now call him Dr Freddie.
She is a happy little bundle of joy who doesn’t realise that she is any different to her brother Freddie, who can do just about anything it is possible for a normal healthy kitten to do.
Flossie and her brother Dr Freddie are much adored members of our family.
Bio: CATSTER HONOURS: Orange Kitties Rock KOTW Oct 6-12/13
Well I don't usually get the secretary to write anything for me at all. I just wanted to thank efurrybody for their kind thoughts and prayers for a speedy recovery. I am now very much back to my wobbly little self. The virus really took it out of me and I spent 4 days asleep. Mum was a good nurse and she put little bowls of chicken under my nose when I was sleeping so that I woke up to eat, and syringed water down my throat so I couldn't dehydrate. She even put me in the litter tray so that I could do my private things.
Anyway it took me a few weeks to recover. Mum posted my recovery on Little Angel Alfie's diary. She didn't want to write before because it took me such a long time to recover and she wanted to make sure I was all better before she wrote anyting. She was frightened I would relapse.
Freddie had the same virus, but apart from a bit of coughing you would never have known he had anything wrong with him. He was pretty much his usual self.
Anyway I am laying on the floor trying to get a bit of a snooze because now that I can run about again I'm rather tired.
Oh well Mum took me to the vets this morning for my blood test. Only when she got there she realised she left kibble down all night just in case we get hungry in the night. She was told not to because they had to give me anaesthetic cos I won't sit still to have the blood taken. Result I thought I got away with it, but Oh No!
Yesterday when Dr Freddie got his shots the vet said I needed to have mine, but this sent my Mum into a panic because of my condition. So today she took the bull by the horns and told the vet to do it. So now I've had my shots. 3 weeks time I will get another lot. AND AND AND on Monday I have to have my blood test.
Well I never. I've just read Dr Freddie's diary. I slept through the whole thing.
I have to admit though it was a bit of a surprise when the vet just stroked me under my chin today and I didn't need to get out to be prodded and poked.
It's my turn for the vet tomorrow at 08:30. I have to have a blood test. It's the dreaded FIP test where they check for coronovirus antiboies. Mum knows that the test isn't conclusive for FIP though and that it doesn't mean that just because I might have antibodies that I will have FIP. She knows about FIP and the very thought just makes her shudder. The vet said I have to have the test because Cerebeller Hypoplasia (CH) can be mimicked by lots of other things and these have to be ruled out. Well my head wobbles and I fall over a lot so I think it's definitely CH. I had a blood test last week but I am so small the vet couldn't take anymore blood. All my tests results were clear. My poor mum has spent the last couple of weeks thinking that I would die because I was very weak.
My cat mum stopped feeding me milk about a week before my new Mum brought me home, but nobody noticed that I couldn't eat from a bowl so when I arrived in my furever home I was starving. I spent a whole day crying and my new Dad said "that kitten is crying for its mother". That's when my new mum twigged that I was hungry. She put me at the bowl and realised that I hadn't been eating. She immediately picked me up and laid me on her arm, opened a packet of wet kitten food and fed me with her fingers. That was lovely. Mum thought I would never stop eating, but I did stop crying. The next morning she went to the vets and got some kitten replacement milk and she spent the next couple of weeks fattening me up. The nurse at the vets taught mum how to get me to eat from a little plate and now I can eat all by myself from a bowl just like my brother Dr Freddie. They all love me at the vets and the receptionist offered to take me home if Mum wanted to give me up. Mum said thank you for the kind offer but "Noooooo Way".
Mum was really upset when she found out that I had CH, but she was relieved and now she thinks I am just too cute for words. Me and Freddie have found ourselves a lovely furever home with a super family who are gonna spoil us rotten.
Mum speaking. I was horrified by Flossie's condition, but I had no idea what it was. I thought she would die and hence there was another round of fear, panic and tears. Then I found out about it and I can say that I have to admire Flossie's determination and spirit. She is one feisty little kitten and fights for everything she achieves. I can honestly say she could teach a few humans a thing or two about life. My husband Dave says he has nothing but admiration for her. He loves her. We love them both Flossie and Dr Freddie.
We love them all, past and present, we love them all.