Muses of a Great-Great-Grandma

Old Age

December 18th 2012 12:55 pm
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Well, I'm nineteen years old now. I'm deaf. I have bad teeth. And I'm spoiled rotten! I stay in the living room now, only venturing into the kitchen for my own personal bowls of canned food and dry food and use of the litterbox. I've been squawking a lot lately, though--I don't meow, mind you, because I can't hear myself. My owners are wondering if perhaps I'm in pain. Their daughter, who is staying at home now between undergrad graduation and vet school, is paying for us pets instead of paying rent. She'll be taking Patty to the vet tomorrow for a checkup and is thinking about scheduling an appointment for me. In the meantime, I sleep and eat. And squawk at seemingly random times.

 
 

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Purred by: Jasper, Angel Dreamboat #49a (Catster Member)

December 27th 2012 at 6:53 am

I do a bit of that myself, Dick! I'm deaf, too, and Mom thought I was yowling loudly because I couldn't hear myself. But then I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and I'm on medication and I don't yowl randomly anymore.

I sleep by the food dish, though, and yowl every time Mom walks by, because I would eat 12 times a day if she'd let me.

Maybe you should get checked for hyperthyroidism?


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