Pet-Peeves: Having to take all the meds he needs right now
Favorite Toy: Yeow catnip lemon & red heart,
Favorite Nap Spot: Under the bed but mostly in his Kong bed.
Favorite Food: He's not eating yet
Skills: Skills you ask? Oh he is a grand conversationalist! He will answer you every time you talk to him. Every time!
Arrival Story: I was advocating for ACCT Philly & Spencer's page came across my desk. His face took my breath away because he so resembled my baby cat Dalton who we lost to cancer at age 6 months. Having five cats already, I knew it would be a hard sell to try & get my husband to adopt another so I quietly printed out Spencer's picture & taped it to our fridge. When Greg asked about him I said he was my new kitty I was advocating for & just left it at that. Every day I'd add a note..."Still alive."
I knew it was going to be difficult to get Spencer placed because he was 9 yrs old & sadly, everyone wants a kitten. With kitten season being upon us, I admit I was scared I'd lose him.
As each day went by & he was still there, I felt both joy & sorrow - joy that he hadn't been killed & sorrow that no one wanted him! What was wrong with people...
Then one day new pictures of him were posted. I suspected immediately that he was depressed & getting sick!!! I now felt I had to get him out of there any way I could - STAT! Maybe fostering was the answer. I couldn't bear the thought of losing another kitty, even if he wasn't officially mine. Yet!
So...I mentioned to my husband that Spencer may be sick & it was looking more & more like I'd lose him. He said "No, you won't! Contact them...we're getting him!" So August 3rd, we made out way into the city, & made out all the adoption forms to claim him. He was so much sicker by then & could hardly stand. His nose & eyes were running red & he couldn't swallow.
They gave us antibiotics & some eye drops to take with us, which helped but he was still not eating or drinking here at home. Everything we tried, failed. Back to the vets for a subcutaneous fluid replacement & home again.
Now let me tell you! Spencer is/was a BIG boy, tipping the scale at 22.46 pounds. Just try administering meds to a fella that size if he doesn't want them? But we managed...or at least I did. The fact that he couldn't eat, his weight has dropped to 18.27 pound & then 17.2 now, but this isn't really such a bad thing. He's such a compliant guy, even tho' he grumbles the whole time you give him meds. =}
Bio: Today, Aug 7, 2013 Spencer went to our regular vet & had a total workup done on him. He is going to be fine. It was the aggressive antibiotics that were giving him the sore throat & upset stomach so we've been told to stop them. This plus the subcutaneous fluid replacement is finally showing some improvement in him. Hopefully this will encourage him to start eating on his own so he doesn't have to be force fed.
Okays, I spoze everbody knowed dis before me, but I am making up for lost time & food now, baby! I love eating!! Love, love, love it! 'Specially da kitty cookies...dairy iz my favorite.
I thot I'd catch yooz up on how I wuz doin'. Don't know how many bin followin', but I fought the deadly Triaditis 'n' I won! I'z still takin' meds but not so many anymore...gone frum 9 of dem plus insulin, down to 2 'n' insulin.
Even da insulin is bein' reduced frum 3 units to 1 'n' a half....whatever dat means...I am a cat after all! =}
It seems so long ago that I was having food sent to my tummy thru' a tube in my neck 'n' having water thru' another tube in my shoulders...whoa! Glad doze dayz is over! I can do all dat stuff by myself now 'n' am enjoyin' ever minute of that.
Was it only August when dey wuz sayin' I had a 30% chance of survival? Hahahaha...dey didn't know me, Warrior Spencer!!! I beet dere odds 'n' got to 50%, den to 80% 'n' here I am today, Thanksgiving Day 'n' eating my brekkie on my own! Besides dat, everthing is workin' perfectly too.
Deyz even sayin' now I might not allus need insulin either...phew! Not crazy for doze pricky pokes in the shoulders AT all!
So to summerize...I have a LOT to be thankful for dis Thanksgiving day 'n' so duz my family who helped me wif dis fight.
I love my bruvvers 'n' my li'l sister 'n' I am so grateful to have a nice home to live in 'n' to have been rescued by my Mom 'n' Dad!
Nobody could have a better reason fur celebratin' this day!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! From me 'n' my family, I hope you all have a blessed holiday!
I gots rid of da collar! GONE!!! 9 l-o-n-g weeks of dat thing wuz way long enuffs!
Da 'n' Mama went out to a concert one night 'n' I took dat opertoonity to scratch all da stitches out, so when dey comed home, dere wuz only one of da eight stitches left holdin'.
It kinda bleeded a big bunch, so Da piled me into da car at 1:30 in da morning & off we went to Critical Care...'n' YAHOO!!! Dey tooked it out! Only problems now iz I gotta promise to eat regular-like froo da mouf 'n' take my meds too. Small price to pay fur havin' dat fink pulled out doh.
An' I looks so good now too. Ever'body iz sayin' Ooo Spence you lookin' good dood!!! Da people wot supply my food to us even did a painting of me! Yeah! A real painting 'n' dey sent it to my Mama 'n' Da to hang on da wall!
Life is good now 'n' I luv bein' a celebrity...lots of perks!
I sure do like dis new, healthier me doh...me 'n' Muray 'n' Dharma ar playin' games a lot now dat I don't have dat ol' feeding tube snaggin' on ever'thing.
Life is good!
Stay tuned fur more news soon. Ar Mam sez she's gonna try to get us on here more often. =}
And what a fuss!!! I never sawed so many humans be so happy over wet litter in my entire 9 years on dis planet! Dey went 'ooooh'...dey went 'aaaah', dey went 'yaaaaay...' JEEZ! It's just wet litter. If I'd known dey was waitin' fer dat, I woulda drooled in dere days ago!
But y'know...deyz humans & dere never satified I guess. Now dere sayin' 'if he'd only poop...' And 'if he'd only eat more...' One thing at a time puleeeze? I'z still on da mend here.
But I like dem. A lot! I iz pretty happy to be here, all fings considered. They is very kind 'n' always makin' shure I'z okay. The Mama has stopped shovin' stuff down my throat 'n' da one dey call Daddy iz really cool. He sits wif me in da isolation ward 'n' I show my appreciation by nomming his pantz 'n' making dem all wet. And he likes it! Yup, he really likes it! Now, dat's one good daddy!
Yesterday, 'cuz my germies are all gone, I got to tour the outside of the isolation ward 'n' had a meet 'n' greet wif my bruvvers 'n' li'l sister Dharma. She's beautiful! Oooooh, if she wasn't my sister I tell ya! I'd be courtin' her for shure!
My new Mama iz gonna put a video of that up fer everyone to see. So stay tuned for my continuing escapades as da newest kitty in da domain. See? Tol' ya I was a celebrity!