Photo Comments Sex: Male Weight: 11 lbs.
Leave a treat for Skeet (Angel 07/97-11/12)
Skeeter Eater; Brother Orange; Skeeter
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July 18th 1997
Orange & White Tabby
All things outside! Fresh cold water with ice cubes, being up high, being brushed, sitting on his Mommy's lap, Q-tips, getting into small trash cans for Q-tips or twist ties! Kneeding on any fake lambskin blankies. Smelling!
Being brought in from outside! Taking away the Q-tips and twist ties!
Favorite Nap Spot:
On the top of a very tall amoir on his lambskin bed!
chicken, milk, Evo, Eagle Pack
Skeet started retrieving corks at a very young age, but then he was allowed outside, and that was the end of that! Skeet is also an escape artist, can shimmy his way pretty much out of anywhere...
Skeeter was found at a local shelter - someone had relinquished guardianship of him because they were allergic. Skeet was only 3 months old. I saw him and got to play with him a bit, but he was so smart and sweet. Skeet came home with me and was the younger brother to Spook - who was 16 at the time.
Skeet is one of the smartest kitties I have had the pleasure of sharing time with. He is loving but very independent. He learned at an early age to retrieve corks - he would run after them and drop them at our feet to throw again. He is also a well-travelled kitty. He spent his younger years mostly an outdoors kitty - came and went when he wanted when we lived on base in Mississippi, and he has travelled to Colorado, Washington, Oregon, Arizona, and Texas. Skeet is now the alpha-male of my remaining four kitties. He is also the slimmest next to Boone. Crockett and Boone used to test Skeet for that role - and Boone never backed down. Like Boone and the rest of the guys, Skeet grew up harness trained, leash trained (if you can call dragging him along leash trained), and rides so well in the car!
Power to the orange people!
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November 27th 2012 9:34 pm
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It's with a heavy heart that I write this entry; my sweet old man Skeeter crossed over on 11/24 (Sat) evening around 11PM.
Skeet was vomiting more than usual on/around 9/12; after his usual 6 month lab tests were run the vet noted elevated liver values and thought it was the beginnings of liver failure. I was able to get Skeet to eat that night by syringing him food - but the next day I went to a different doctor for another opinion. This vet referred us to an Internist where Skeet was promptly seen and had an abdominal ultrasound done. That vet diagnosed him with cholecystitis (sp?) and recommended I f/u with a gallbladder specialist the next day.
The gallbladder vet thought Skeet had IBD and inflammed ducts, along with pancreatitis so we started him on a hypoallergenic diet. He still wasn't eating on his own however, so after a few weeks we proceeded with an endoscopy; the endoscopy returned a cancer diagnosis - small cell lymphoma. Skeet was started on Budesonide and Leukaran and Orbax (antibiotic). I was skeptical of steroids so unfortunately I didn't follow the treatment plan and gave him them every other day. After about a week of this I started giving him them every day with Leukaran every other day. He was feeling better and started eating on his own finally.
He still didn't like the hypoallergenic food all that much so syringe feeding as a supplementation continued. The vet wanted Skeet's appetite to return so he tried another antibiotic Metrodoniazole; Skeet didn't seem to do well on this but there's no certainty of it. About 7 days after taking this antibiotic Skeet was throwing up again. Eating was lessening too. I took him to the ER and they started fluids on him. After also performing an abdominal x-ray the reader noted a possible enlarged heart. Unfortunately, they overloaded him with fluids and sent him into heart failure with fluid on the lungs. Lasix was started and o2 for the night; the next day he was transferred to the Internist where they were starting him on heart meds and monitoring him. Still no eating on his own.
Skeet was discharged the day before Thanksgiving with a buttload of medications (oral liquid, injectables, etc). Yet, there was no way to contact the clinic as they were going to be closed the entire weekend. Sure enough, Thanksgiving night, Skeet hasn't urinated in almost 24 hours. Having no knowledge of possible kidney problems, I was worried but didn't attribute it to kidneys. He finally peed while he was sleeping.
The next day I took him into the vet where they gave him 50ml of subqs and a vitamin b12 injection and took some blood for lab work and sent him home. Still not eating - no urination or stools since Thursday night. Saturday morning, the vet called and stated his kidney values were off the charts and I needed to decide what to do. Treatment or euthanasia. Skeet didn't look good and just had no interest in anything. We spent the day outside by the pool with his brothers, the sun, butterflies, blankets and brushing. However, when the time came I couldn't do it. I just thought that he could get better with fluids and treatment so off to the ER we went. I left him in a cage with a last meow from him before returning home.
Later that evening, the ER called stating his temperature was dropping and it didn't look good. We rushed back down and held him in our arms, whispered in his ears and stayed with him a bit before helping him over.
A little over a week ago I thought I was going to manage my boy with the "best cancer a cat can get." This turned into adding congestive heart failure and finally kidney failure all within a week. I can't believe it happened that fast and feel that something else could have been done. I could run down a list of those things but I'll save that for another posting.
Skeet was 15 years old and I had him since he was 3 months. He was with me thru many life changes and traveled with me to many states. He was my only orange boy; he was such a cool cat. I miss him terribly and know that in time the pain will pass. Right now it's raw and excruciating at times. My little man I love you now and always.
October 28th 2009 8:00 pm
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This is my point exactly, I was right in the middle of typing a diary entry, and these pesky arsed youngins walked right over my darn keyboard! I'll ask again - why does Mom keep bringing home these new cats? Doesn't she understand that I don't like them? Doesn't she understand that I need love and attention. They just hog it all the time.
So, where was I? Oh yes, my blogging has taken a back seat lately. Sadly, my brother Helmet went to the Bridge on Sept 17th 09. I don't usually admit to having any sort of fond feelings for anyone, but I just can't keep them in right now. I loved Helmet. We were together when I was 9 months old and he was only 6 weeks old. Admittedly, I despised him at first, but somehow or other, the little buggar wore me down. Next thing I know I'm feeling things I never thought I'd feel. Love, I actually loved for the first time - well for someone other than myself. :)
Helmet soaked up the knowledge I passed onto him. He went everywhere with me. He was my baby brother. I remember once he was missing for some five days or so. I of course wasn't distraught over this - but my Mom was beside herself with misery. He was found and pretty much since then our Mom decided we weren't going outside anymore. So, I guess I have him to blame? No, not now, I'd give anything to have him back. He was the only cat in our ever-expanding household of animals that I would play with. He never challenged me for alpha status. Excuse me for a moment, I think that's a tear rolling down my face.
OK, um, yes, he just wasn't interested in any of that. I miss him. Now, I'm left with Newt and Miko. Don't get me started on Miko. This kid, I don't know who he thinks he is, but I definitely am less tolerant these days. I know my Mom is trying to give everyone a home that she can, but there has to come a time when enough is enough! He chases me around when I don't want to be chased; and he challenges me. Trust me, that's one thing ya don't want to do. I've still got it. I'll be more than happy to prone him out if it comes to it. So, let's just hope it doesn't.
In honor of my baby bro Helmet, this entry is for him. I'll see ya in a couple years Helmie; but I'll think of you every day until then.
Love Skeeter Eater
August 11th 2007 5:36 am
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This desert living is really getting to me. The heat can get up to 95 or 100 these days and the windows are always shut! I long to feel the cool breezes and fresh air!
I did manage to escape the other day through the small door those canines go in and out of. However, my human caught me and now seems aware of that passage.
There is a new annoying addition to the home. Newton. Why does my human keep bringing in these new felines? This guy, young kid on the block thinks he owns the whole house. Well, if necessary, he will feel the front side of my paw!
That's it for now.
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