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 my 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 kittens 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). The vet said that Freddie will be the best medicine that Flossie can have so we now call him Dr Freddie.
Dr Freddie and his sister Flossie are much adored members of our family.
Do you know it's not very nice is it? I've been here two weeks and what did my new Mum do. She took me to the vets. Me, Why? I usually go just to keep Flossie company, so it's no wonder that I thought the same thing today is it? Top and bottom of it Mum thought I was gonna lose my tail.
I was playing on the lovely climbing thing that Mum had for Buzz and Boo which me and Flossie have inherited. The second shelf has a big hole in it which I can climb through and has a ball on a string thing which I can play with. Well it did this morning. Not anymore. Oh No, not anymore.
Mum nipped into the kitchen to do some washing up. Little Flossie was asleep and I was amusing myself with this lovely hole in the shelf and the lovely ball on the string. I liked it coz it rattled when I smacked it. Mum heard me crying but I was really loud coz I was in a panic. Mum thought I was annoying Flossie but I wasn't. She can't work out what I did and I can't tell her. I got that thing wrapped around my tail and when Mum came running in to see what had happened I was dangling by my tail through the hole in the shelf. Mum tried to rescue me but she couldn't loosen the ball thing. So she had to dangle me again while she ran to get a pair of scissors. She cut me free and then untangled the string from my tail. It really hurt. Mum could feel an indentation in my tail so, of course, she immediately phoned the vet. I was so panicky I was biting, and scratching. That's how it became my turn to see the vet. Fortunately he gave me a clean bill of health, but he did say it could have been very nasty.
Mum says: You can imagine my horror. I was seconds after I heard Freddie screaming. It was awful. My heart was pounding and remained that way for quite some time after I'd released him. Needless to say that ball IS NOT going back on the shelf. Just in case anyone has one it's called a Cleo Nevada. I am sure it isn't likely to be a problem for anyone else, but who knows. My beautiful boy is OK. Thank you God.
Dr Freddie here: On top of all that, just to add insult to injury. Mum got the vet to give me my shots. What sort of making a fuss of me is that.