April 17th 2007 12:37 pm
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Last week we heard from Katie's Place that one of my sponsor brothers--Porter went to the rainbow bridge on Easter. The FIV virus finally claimed his life after years of happy shelter life. Although I have not had the pleasure of meeting him in purson, I know that he was one of the friendliest kitty in the Boys Room (all FIV+ and FeLV kitties). He was always the first one to come to you for attention. He loved human attention so much that he was ready to fight for it any time. The greatest thing about him was that he made this "ya ya ya" sound when his butt was being scratched. He just loved any attention he could get.
It's been an honor to have called him my brother.
January 10th 2007 4:50 pm
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Blah blah blah... Get right to the point, will ya? That Mega-C thing, is it rabbit or chicken?????
Nemo’s long-lost brother Busbee’s mom is working on an article about FIV+ cat for a shelter newsletter. She asked if I could help collect information and website links about FIV. As usual, I first went to my most-trusted book Veterinarians Guide to Natural Remedies for Cats. I remember reading about this but it’s been so long that I totally forgot about it. Apparently it IS possible to turn FIV+ into FIV-! The book suggests that some homeopaths have been successfully turn positive to negative in as little as nine weeks and as long as three years! The methods they use vary widely but they all agree on the importance of vitamin-C. Hormone imbalance is also a big problem with FIV+ cats. It generates wild immune responses. The white blood cells chase down and kill the viruses, then stampede out of control and kill the cat. This explains why Nemo had HUGE response to the vaccine when we first adopted him and it nearly killed him!
The book recommends treatment using a type of supplement called Mega-C Plus. We’ve decided to take Nemo to a reputable homeopath in the area some time in January. Before that, we will start giving Nemo regular vitamin C. After seeing many FIV+ cats at Katie’s Place, I’m more certain than ever that Nemo is at a very early stage of FIV and he is completely healthy at the moment. I believe that our chance of turning FIV+ to FIV- is very high!
December 4th 2006 11:59 am
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*gets up to the podium, turns on the microphone* Testing, testing. *knocks on the microphone* Hello hello, can you hear me in the back? Volume all okay? Good!
Ever since I joined Catster back in January, I’ve celebrated many many birthdays with my friends at the Terrific Tabby group. I thought my turn would never come. Seriously, with this FIV+ cloud on my mind I didn’t know if I’d still be with you guys in December. But hey, here I am, alive and kicking!!!
I’d like to thank the following dear friends of mine:
Miss Muppet, for creating a home away from home for the Terrific Tabbies, for encouraging me to be brave and go on the RV trip, and for making me feel welcome since day one.
Oliver, for taking me under his wings and being such a great big brother to me. (I KNOW he’s younger but he’s a Main Coon! He’s big! Ok ok, I KNOW he’s half of my size but.. oh shut up, just let me finish!)
Busbee and family, for helping me get healthier and healthier and making me believe in myself. Busbee, my long lost FIV+brother, let’s celebrate many many more birthdays together!
*wipes tears from eyes and takes a deep breath*
Blade, (yes, there’s nothing wrong with your ear. I DID say Blade), for having such a great sense of humor and being undoubtedly the coolest and possibly the kindest cat I know on Catster. Also, for always being there for me! Did you hear that? Bladeno, I said THANK YOU. You better remember this ‘cause it ain’t happening again!
Hey cut the music! I’m not done yet!
Luke and his mom, for having such warm hearts and helping me find my buddy Mocha.
And last but not least, my Upchuck Duo buddy Milo, long lost son Harry, Tx3 (Zoe, Tabitha, and Fiona), Rasta, Tiramisu, Tigga, Sunrise and her sister Rainbow, Cally and Pixel, the whole Boxie Brown family, Peach and family, Abigail and family, my little Canadian friend Louis, Miss Tiger Wood, Stony and Bastess, Solo and Sam, Sebastien, and EVERYBODY at the Terrific Tabby!! If I miss your name PLEASE forgive me. This FIV+ thing affects the brain, you know. *giggles and hopes that this bad excuse will fly*
Thank you for everything in the past year. I feel like the luckiest kitty in the world. Wait a minute, I think I AM the luckiest kitty in the world!!!
Happy Birthday, Baby! *cries uncontrollably*
September 5th 2006 9:31 am
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OK, here’s what I thought: Since I couldn’t change the world, I better adjust myself so I would survive in this weird circumstance. At least Susie and Mike were still around. They were still the same. I figured the situation couldn’t be too bad if they were still calm.
In the afternoon they put that rope thing around me and put me in the backpack. I kind of knew what was going on because they did that a few times when we were home. I saw through the backpack that we were at a lake. There were so many bugs! Good that I was behind the netting thing. Poor Mike. I could see this mosquito biting his neck but there’s nothing I could do.
They let me out of the backpack at one point. It actually wasn’t too bad! I looked around and saw lots of flowers. Normally you see clouds high up in the sky, right? This place was funny. I could see clouds at MY level from a distance! I guess this was what they called a high “mountain” and I was in it! I looked at Mike and Susie. They seemed to be fascinated by the place, too. All of a sudden it hit me—maybe it’s not an accident that we ended up in a strange place. Maybe the whole thing, the moving/screaming RV, the foreign objects, the strange smells, was all planned. Maybe this IS the whole point—to experience new places that only exist in stories!
Now I had a new angle all I needed to do was be brave and tried to put my faith in Susie and Mike. Why not try to make the best out of the situation? It might not be so bad after all.
I woke up finding Nemo sleeping on the passenger seat at the front. I tried to feed him but he wouldn’t eat much again. I decided to feed him Fancy Feast even though it’s not the best food for him. The most important thing was to get him to start eating. He ate about ¾ of the 85g can. Nemo started to look for Mike at the area above the driver. He wanted to jump but couldn’t find a good place to do so. I gave him a hand. He walked up to Mike for some head-bunting, then walked to the corner and laid there. He looked comfortable there so we decided to leave him be when we drove off.
We arrived at Revelstoke National Park, our first national park in the Canadian Rockies, in the afternoon. Seeing that Nemo seemed to do a little better, we decided to take him out in the backpack and perhaps walked him in the meadows. He seemed to enjoy the view from inside the backpack. We took him out of the backpack when we reached the meadows.
He didn’t eat much for dinner again. Obviously he was still much stressed. I was starting to wonder whether it was a mistake to take him with us on the trip, and I should bring him home with me when I fly home from Calgary.
September 2nd 2006 12:04 am
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I started to realize that my good days were over. I didn’t wake up in my own basket. Instead, it’s dark and full of weird smell. The only familiar sound was those weird snorting noise humans made when they were sleeping. But where were Mike and Susie? I know crying was not for man cat but I was so scared! I couldn’t eat or sleep. I missed my Purra Burra suite, my ugly home-made cat tree, and the stupid chair in front of the dining room window. I wanted to go home!
I woke up at Nemo’s cry. I opened the curtain so Nemo could see where Mike and I were sleeping (above the driver area). He tried to jump up but he couldn’t get a good grip on the bedding sheet so he fell onto the bench. I sent down to comfort him. I also fed him but he ate only about ¼ of what he normally ate. He jumped at every sound coming from the outside and inside the RV. I noticed that he did use his litter box, which was a good sign. He hid under the chair after everybody got up and refused to get out. We headed for our next stop—Golden, BC. It was another 5 hours of driving ahead of us. Nemo refused to get out of his hiding place. When we stopped at the rest stop Mike talked and petted Nemo for a long time before he finally came out. But he went back hiding as soon as everybody came back to the RV. His breathing wasn’t much better than yesterday. We decided to leave him alone. He needed lots of rest.
After we arrived at the campsite we tried to feed Nemo. He seemed to have lost his appetite. He only had a few bites.
I moved from above the driver area to sleep on the “bench-turned-bed”. I thought this way at least Nemo could see me so maybe he’d feel a little better. He jumped onto my bed, walked around and put his paws on the window so he could see out the window. It was completely dark. He ventured into the front of the RV, the driver’s area and the passenger’s seat. He even got onto the dashboard to look around.
August 29th 2006 8:36 pm
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Have you had the nightmare where you were trapped in a strange place and the whole world just wouldn’t stop moving and screaming? Well I had, today, except that it wasn’t a nightmare. It was REAL! I didn’t know what I could do or go to make it stop. Susie and Mike kept saying “it’s OKAY, Nemo. It’s okay!” Yeah right! Would you say “it’s okay” to someone out of the blue? Obviously it was NOT okay otherwise why would you say ”it’s okay”?! The whole horrifying ordeal stopped at night. But I still couldn’t figure out where I was. I wasn’t hungry when Susie gave me dinner. I lost my appetite. Maybe tomorrow I’ll wake up finding myself nicely tucked in my basket. Maybe tomorrow everything will be fine.
After months of planning, the day to start our Canadian Rockies trip has finally arrived. Mike’s dad, Mike, and I went to pick up the rental RV early in the morning. We started loading our clothes, food, a hibachi BBQ grill, and lots of necessary tools/items to the RV. We decided to keep Nemo downstairs until we’re ready to bring him into the RV. We packed the following items for Nemo:
Food—raw rabbit and chicken for about 20 days, 3 cans of Wysong Au Ju Rabbit (for when we don’t have easy access to raw food), 1 small can of Fancy Feast Beef (just in case we need something to entice him to eat).
Snacks/treats—Dried wild salmon (cut in bits), baked seaweed (my own snack but Nemo likes it), and Innova Evo kibbles (broken into small pieces).
Toys—furry snake, pin pong ball, mouse on a fishing rod.
Other—litter box, litter sand, litter mat, harness, leash, pillow case (of the pillow he sleeps on everyday), “The Love Glove”, food bowl, and water bowl.
Using the litter boxUnfortunately there wasn’t any space left for his crate so we decided not to bring it. Since he likes his backpack so much more than the crate we figured it should be OK.
After everything was all settled, we put Nemo in his backpack and headed for Kelowna, BC, our first stop.
Looking out the window from the deskNemo slept through the first couple of hours of driving. I left the zipper of his backpack open but he wasn’t interested in coming out. A few hours later he started to become restless. He came out of the backpack and walked around the RV. He was very confused. He cried and howled. His breathing was uncommonly fast. I tried to comfort him but I got sick (motion sickness) myself. I had to go lie down in the bed. Mike was driving so he couldn’t help Nemo, either. Nemo crawled up above the basin, behind the faucet, and hid there all the way to Kelowna, crying and howling from time to time. The drive lasted about 5-6 hours.
Nemo came out-and-about at night, crying, after everybody had gone to bed. I came down from the bed above the driver to comfort him. He jumped onto the table to get a glimpse of the world outside the window. I left the curtain open so he could at least have a look at where we were.
May 11th 2006 9:36 pm
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It’s not that I want to tattletale on Mike and Susie. They really should clean the place more, especially where they prepare my food. I remember a few months back it was all sticky. Thanks to me and my endless effort to wipe with my paws, it was finally nice and smooth for a few weeks so I could actually walk with comfort to look for food. Now it’s all sticky again! This time it’s not only sticky it’s dirty, too! The edges turned yucky green over night. I tried to walk on it but it totally gross me out. It’s unbelievable how messy some humans are.
Nemo has been jumping onto the kitchen counters and island behind our back. I could see paw prints all over the counters near the stove. Every time I tried to catch him in action he jumped off even before I got to the kitchen. The double sided tapes we put on the placemats weren’t sticky anymore so Nemo walked over them without blinking. Today we decided to go buy new double-sided tapes from Home Depot. It seemed that they carried more selections than before. We stood there, looking at all the options, being very confused. A staff came over and asked us what the double-sided tape was for. Mike and I looked at each other, wondering whether we should tell. Obviously Mike decided he didn’t want to be the one to tell people that we were insane so he said to me: “What do we want the tape for?” Finally, I gathered all my courage and said to the staff: “It’s for our cat.” The guy looked at us with his eyes wide-open, probably thinking that next we were going to ask for body bags, and said “Y-your w-what? ” “Our cat” I said again. Then I explained to him in length what we would use it for. With lots of question marks obviously still printed on his forehead, he pretended to understand our dilemma. Just when he was browsing their extensive collection of double-sided tapes, another staff walked by and asked: “What are you looking for?” Mike and I secretly went: “Oh no!” The first guy repeated my story to the second guy with great accuracy. I was surprised that he even understood me. Obviously the second guy had more sense than the first one. He quickly made the decision that we didn’t want something too sticky, like the carpet tape. He said with the carpet tape, once it’s on it’s set for life. Mike and I started imagining Nemo being stuck on a 79 cent plastic placemat, happily hopping to us when we say: “Nemo, come!” “No, no, no, nooooooo, we don’t want that!” we said to the guy. After testing out the stickiness of several types we decided on a green one. It worked just fine.
May 10th 2006 11:57 am
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A friend of mine gave us a big bag of cat litter made from whole kernel corn today. It’s natural, biodegradable, and flushable. Apparently her cats turn their noses on this type of litter. They refused to use the litter box until she changed back to the cheaper litter. I told her with confidence that Nemo would definitely use it. He’s not picky about anything. Guess what? I was only partially right. Nemo liked it all right. In fact, he liked it so much that he wanted to eat it instead of poop in it!
The minute we brought it home he started to show interest. I said to Mike: “See? I knew he wouldn’t have problem with it. He likes it.” Then I started to realize that he liked it a little bit too much—he climbed onto the bag and tried to tear open the bag! We immediately put it outside on the deck so he couldn’t get to it. I wouldn’t give up the hope. I thought maybe he was just too curious. I went and grabbed a handful and offered to Nemo for a smell. Instead of smelling, he wanted to lick/eat it! I took it away before he could get to it. Mike suggested that maybe if we mix it with his regular litter it would be OK. I’m not so optimistic, though. If Nemo sees it as food, he might spend all day picking it out of his litter box. You never know!
Now I can officially say that our cat Nemo eats ANYTHING. How am I going to tell my friend that I can’t use the litter because my cat likes it too much?! The bag says “Satisfaction Guaranteed”. I wonder if it is returnable due to over-satisfaction?
'm starting to think I'm the only sane one in the world.
Corn is food, no? Why do those people think that as long as they dry them, stash them in a bag printed "LITTER" we should automatically regard them as sand?
I'm not crazy. I just think outside the box (litter box? LOL)
April 30th 2006 10:44 am
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Susie and Mike tried to ditch me today! When I saw the box thingy I knew it was definitely an “uh-oh”. They put me in the box and took me to this strange place. When they opened up the box I felt wind and lots of noise. That’s when I realized that they tried to dump me there and took off! My survivor instinct told me to run and hide. But somehow I found that there’s a rope thingy tied to Susie and me. Ha! She couldn’t get rid of me! We were tied together! I wasn’t ready to let go of my good retired life. I was determined to take her with me wherever I went. If I was going to be living on the streets again at least I could send her to fetch me food. Just when I was trying to drag Susie with me, Mike started petting me, telling me that everything’s OK. They were with me so no worries. He picked me up just like he would at home and told me I was a good boy. I felt a little better. It sounded like all three of us were lost together and they weren’t deserting me after all. I felt a rush of courage in me realizing that I was probably the only one with “street smart”. Susie and Mike obviously had never been homeless before. I told Susie: “Come on. Let’s check this place out. What we need to do now is to scan the neighborhood for potential dangers. Let’s go!” After scouting the area for a while, I decided that we’d be safe there. Just when I thought I could relax a little and took a nap, Mike put me into the box again. Guess what? We were headed home. We weren’t lost after all. Phew!
The weather was said to be hot and sunny this whole weekend. We finally decided to take Nemo out for a walk. We needed a relatively quiet place, preferably with concrete, tile, or pavement instead of grass. This place should not be somewhere people would take their pets to. We figured that the chance of Nemo getting fleas or ticks was lower at such place. We ended up taking Nemo to the parking lot of a nice office building. It was perfect for Nemo’s first outing.
When we let Nemo out of the crate he totally panicked. He immediately ran for a bush nearby but I tried to pull him back. He went berserk! I’d never seen Nemo so unsettling before. He started pulling on the leash all over the place. It was the first time that treats didn’t do anything for him! He finally calmed down a little after Mike comforted him, telling him that everything was OK. It’s amazing how he trusted us. I never thought that Mike and I would weigh more than food on his scale but apparently he needed us more in that circumstance. He finally started walking around. He kept wanting to go to the shrubs and flower beds but I pulled him back. He quickly learned that he wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near grass/flowers/plants so he just walked along the curb. I stopped him from time to time to pet him for reassurance. Apparently it meant a lot to him because he’d meow to me and rub against my legs a few times before started walking again. It took him about 20 minutes to be completely comfortable. I knew he was OK the minute he started taking the treats I offered. After about 30 minutes we put him back to the crate and drove him home.
The battle wasn’t over when we got home. We had to clean Nemo. We’d never bath him before and we certainly didn’t plan to do it today. We just brushed him and wiped him with some wet towels. Nemo wasn’t happy with the wet towel at all! Poor gentle Nemo, even when he’s upset he wouldn’t attack. All he did was hissing at Mike but still let him wipe him. Later on we checked him for fleas and ticks, and it all seemed fine.
We might try to take him for a walk to the same place one more time. If he still doesn’t like it we won’t try to take him outside anymore. Apparently he is more and more content with the indoor life now that he doesn’t walk out even when the doors are open.
April 9th 2006 10:45 pm
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I wonder where do fish come from. I mean I’m not hallucinating but I really see a fish in my water bowl sometimes! I know a fish when I see one. I tried to dig it out but it’s so wet. I’ve seen some cats go crazy in the snow or play in a puddle of water but not me. I like to keep myself nice and dry. Funny thing about this fish is that it jumps out of the water and hops like a frog on the floor! Not a very smart move, is it? Land is MY domain. So far everything that hops in front of me ends up in my tummy. This one is no exception.
Tonight when I played with Nemo all of a sudden I thought of putting the hot pink feather in his water bowl, just to see how he reacted. Apparently he was very intrigued by it. He tried to fish it out with his paw but the water kind of shocked him. He probably spent 20 minutes watching it, fishing it, and trying to bite it. It’s amazing something so simple can keep him occupied for so long. No wonder people say aquarium is a good “toy” for cats. Maybe I should get a big bowl of water and keep some small feeder fish in it. That’ll keep Nemo busy while we’re away. It might even cut down on Nemo’s food cost. After all, LIVE prey is much better than dead raw. I’m getting a little gross now. It must be the Silence of the Lamb I watched a few nights ago….
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