Age: 12 Years Sex: Female Weight: 9 lbs.
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Leave a treat for Sally Girl
Little Miss, Miss Priss, ("Girl" is her middle name)
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September 23rd 2000
Playing immaginary games, her daddy, mooching food, bossing the dogs around
Tammi bumping into her, the dogs not obeying her, the vaccum, someone noticing if she is less than graceful
beanie baby fishie
Favorite Nap Spot:
Under the dining room table
Wellness, Merrick, Wysong, and Prairie, anything Daddy sneeks to her when Mommy isn't watching
sit; she has a "presence" meaning she just has to look at a dog and it respects her
I was soon to be moving to a different state and away from the wonderful clinic I worked at as a technician. A few weeks before I left, my office manager asked me to travel with her to help do a major hospital cleaning and staff change at our sister clinic that was struggling to stay in business. This clinic was a polar opposite from the one I was working at. My office manager believed that we could save this other clinic. I was reluctant to go at first, but she peeked my interest when she mentioned there was a 'retarded' kitten that had lived there for a few months.
When we arrived, I was shocked at the dismal condition of the place. I found Sally in a dim, cold cage far in back of the clinic. She had lived there since she was about 2 months old, and now she was six months old. No one wanted her, and she had been put on the books for the third time for euthanasia. There wasn't enough room for her to maneuver in the cage, and her left side and hind leg had stool smeared on them. I gently picked her up, and gave her a warm bath. She was so sweet, that I had to find out more. There was no diagnosis in her incomplete medical records, so it took me some time before I found out that she had Cerebellar Hypoplasia (CH)from Panleukopenia. She also suffered from chronic loose stool, which I later found out was due to being given antibiotics for too long.
This was no life for a little kitten. Kittens should be playing with toys, and have people begging to hold them all the time. And as far as I was concerned, there was no reason to put her to sleep. So I decided at the end of the week that Sally was leaving with me. My office manager was very supportive, and we decided to take Sally off all medications and restrictive diets and put her on just a plain great kitten food. We took her back with us, and she stayed at the clinic I worked at for two weeks while I left for my honeymoon. Her stool improved and she was thriving. During those two weeks I had arranged for cat owners I trusted to come visit Sally and consider adopting her. I was not sure if Sally was meant to be my cat yet, and my husband was nervous about taking on a special needs pet. So we prayed that God would make it perfectly clear to us. If Sally had not been adopted by the time we returned from our honeymoon, then she was to be our cat. And that's how Sally became our honeymoon baby.
We picked Sally up two weeks later in our U-haul and drove to our new home. That is how my first kitty, Scotch, met Sally. They bonded right away, because Scotch is the biggest sweetheart to any animal who is nervous or shy.
A few days later Sally was so excited. She had learned to run for the first time in her life! She raced up and down the hall, bumping into walls, and turning unintentional summersaults. It was so cute. Soon after, she learned how to climb onto things. After climbing onto the couch, (we helped her cheat by leaving something next to the couch) she would sit there looking extremely proud of herself.
My husband and I laugh about him not wanting to adopt Sally. Sally is now his little girl. If I pick Sally up, she will usually throw an attitude. But when my husband picks her up, she is instantly purring. But that's okay, because Scotch is his Mommy's baby, so I still feel special.
Sally also has no fear of dogs. She and my dog got along great after Sally made it clear that she was the boss and Elke must obey or else. Sally was also pleased that Elke came with a large,plush bed. Elke now lets Sally sleep in her bed, whenever Sally wants to.
At the next clinic I worked at, they let us bring our dogs in and have them all leashed in a corner together on their blankets. One day I brought Sally in for her vaccine. She was very upset with being in a cat kennel, so I put on her harness and leashed her up with Elke and the other technician's dogs. I came back into the room a few minutes later to a startling sight. Sally was relaxing right in the middle of the fluffiest blanket. All three dogs were pressed tightly in the corner as far away from her as possible. According to the other technicians, Sally hadn't made a fuss at all that they could tell. The other dogs just knew to give her respect. That's a tortie for you!
Sally is our most friendly cat to visitors. She's not nervous at all unless it's a squeeling toddler. Sometimes she will even get her beanie baby fishie out and do somersaults for our company. When no one is paying attention, she takes her fishie over to their shoes by the front door. It takes her several attempts, but she eventually drops her fishie into one of their shoes. Then she nudges it as far into the shoe as she can. Needless to say, they are very surprised later. We tell them that it means Sally has approved for them to visit again.
You have to pretend you don't notice if Sally falls or bumps into something. It hurts her pride. She has no idea anything is wrong with her. She walks like she's drunk and can't climb anything higher than 2 feet. But she thinks she's royalty and the most beautiful and graceful cat in the world. You can tell in the way she struts. She's a shining light, teaching others that CH kitties are extremely adoptable. Not only do their humans love them, but most who have a CH kitty want another.
To learn more about CH cats, please see Sally at the CH Kitty Club.
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Immagination makes me who I am
The Groups I'm In:
CH Kitties (Cerebellar Hypoplasia), hooray for cats with cerebellum hypoplasia!, Special Needs Cats
I've Been On Catster Since:
|June 28th 2005
||More than 7 years!
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December 10th 2011 10:46 pm
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I have not been myself lately. Something is happening, and it's really scary. I get confused, and there is all this drool in my mouth. That makes me cry. Mommy and Daddy come running and clean my face. They look scared too. One time I woke up to find that I had peed on myself. Yuck! I know what this means. I'm going to have to go to work with Mommy. I really don't like leaving the house!
I was poked and fussed at more than I could take at the hospital Mommy works at. I can't help but be grumpy. It's been too hard to sleep much the last week with feeling so bad. I growled and growled, but no one would listen. I think I bit Mommy. She didn't yell at me like the time I bit her in the bathtub, so she must know that I only did it because I'm feeling a bit crazy right now. Whatever it is they were doing is making me feel really weird and tired. I'm hungry too!
The next day there was no breakfast. That's a terrible crime! On top of that, my parents took me to a different place. Mommy said I've been there once 10 years ago for a colonoscopy. But this time they were going to take pictures of my head, not my rear end. Well, that's more like it. But I don't understand what this is all about. I fell asleep at one point kinda like I did when I had my teeth cleaned.
I woke up feeling really goofy. Everyone is my friend. Lots of people said hello to me, and I rubbed my head on their hands best I could. The doctor is very nice. Wish I could take her home with me.
I heard something about being very blessed, because maybe 1 out of 50 cats have a clean MRI. I try to be clean. Sounds like I've done a good job. That doesn't explain all these random shaved patches on me, though.
Mommy and Daddy seem much more relaxed, so maybe that means I won't have any more scary things happen that make me drool and forget moments. I'll even let them give me pills as long as they come with food. I like food!
May 25th 2010 7:08 am
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Remember how I didn't even know how to run till I was adopted? Well, then I figured that I was fast enough to sneek up on Scotch and pounce him. Mommy saw this and put a collar with a bell on me. That did not make me happy. Now Scotch could here me coming, cause I can't help but bob and weave everywhere. Mom said it was for my own good, so I would try to walk more carefully and learn not to ring the bell. It was so hard! But I did it. Muhahaha! And Scotch was surprised.
Mom learned not to come running to see if I was alright every time I crashed into walls. That's very embarassing! I don't want the whole world to know. Now she looks away and pretends she doens't see. I appreciate that. I can get up and walk off as if nothing happened. I even play a game where I crash on purpose and it looks cool. If Daddy puts the newspaper in a pile on the floor, I run and jump on it. It's slippery, so I get a good slide out of it. Soon there are papers everywhere. It's great fun!!
You'll never guess what else I've learned to do over the years. I can get up on the couch and the bed now! The bed is higher and a bit trickier. But if I kick off of the dog crate, I can get a bit more hight and pull myself up. And on top of that, this year (drumroll) I've learned to groom myself! It used to be that I'd try, but most of the time I'd be grooming thin air just an inch above where I was trying to get at. Now I can get every single area - even my face and between my toes! What a great thing to be able to cross off my list. And I've done all this before reaching the big age of 10!
May 25th 2010 6:59 am
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Can I just say how much I love my daddy? It's not that I don't love Mom. But she makes me take baths and trims my nails. But Daddy does all the fun stuff. I've got him wrapped around my paw. Every day when he comes home, I run up to him and throw myself on his feet. I always get lots of petting this way. He can't resist my charms. I drool when I'm really happy. Daddy thinks this is gross, but he still pets me, so it can't be that bad.
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