Arrival Story: We saw this cutie at petco and he was so friendly that it was love at first site. He had a small spot on his eye and when we asked about it the petshop thought he may have had a eye infection at one time but didn't think it was anything to worry about. He had a loud purr and his tail was longer then he was. He got his name domino because he had three perfectly round white patches vertically down his body and the rest of him was black.
Bio: We had this guy in our lives for about 8 weeks. He loved to run and jump and was very active. When he went out on his leash he would try to climb all the trees. When we got the rest of his shots at the shelter that he was from they looked at his eye and said it looked like it may be some sort of scaring and didn't look serious. We also had two other vets look at it and say the same thing since he was active and healthy. About 5 weeks after we had him I noticed that he wasn't able to jump as high as he normally could and started having problems just jumping onto the chair. He then started to relieve himself outside of his litter box and staggered a little when he walked. After a trip to the vet they found he had a fever but all the blood tests came back ok. The vet accused my kids of hurting him and said he looked like he had a spinal cord injury. They had us immobolize him into a crate and give him antibotics for the fever. I did some research on the internet and came across a site about FIP and it had pictures of some of the symptoms. My heart sank when I saw a picture of an eye with the same exact spots he had. Asking the vet about it they were insistant at first it was not that that he would have alot of other signs a pot belly etc, It should have shown up in the tests. Other then having problems moving his back legs and no bowel control he looked and acted fine. Healthy appetiete, very alert (would try to get out of his crate) and still tried to play. But knowing my kids (they were in their early teens) and that I had never seen them ever handle any animal roughly I was thinking the vet was wrong. After he showed no signs after a couple weeks of improving and hadn't declined any furher I made the difficult decision of sending him to rainbow bridge. I didn't want his quality of life to be in a crate unable to move and I had a gut feeling that he had a form of FIP that was the rarer form attacks the nervous system first and then they slowly decline. He was such a joy to have those few weeks that I couldn't bear for him to suffer. We took him to the vet and took some pictures and played with him for awhile. Then the kids left the room and I stayed behind so he wasn't left to strangers. The vet had asked for us to give permission to do a autopsy to see if it was FIP and said since there is such little known about the disease it would help other cats if he was. It came back that it was and they couldnt apoligies enough for accusing the kids. The shelter had us keep them posted during the whole process and were deeply sadend by it. They told us that since it is not a real common disease and little was known about it that I should just throw all of his things away to be on the safe side. After a month the shelter called me and said they had a kitten for me if I was ready and besides his litter mate he had came straight from the foster home and had not had any contact with any other cat. That they would keep in on the porch so he would not be exposed to the other cats. So I went up there not knowing if I would even want this kitten. But when I got there he was with his litter mate. The other kitten was a little stand offish, but the one that they had in mind for me walked right out of the cage when they opened the door, crawled into my lap and started playing with my hand. That is how orca came into our lives. When Orca turned a year old it hit me that he was born around the same time that Domino had first showed physical signs of the disease. I often feel he hand picked Orca to be in our lives and try to fill the whole that was created when he left.