Arrival Story: After we lost Winkie to vaccine-associated sarcoma, we wanted to adopt 2 kittens so they could keep each other company. We went to a foster home to look at the kittens available. We took one look at the pretty boy and said "yes" immediately. The foster mother called him "Agate" because one of his markings looks like the stone, but we had already decided to name one of the kittens Rufus in honor of Winkie. We also decided to take his brother who was almost all white. Unfortunately, before they were old enough to be brought home, his brother (who we were calling Yeti) became jaundiced and was PTS.
Bio: In July of 2005, Rufus was diagnosed with GI lymphoma. We have been treating it with chemotherapy. In Spring of 2007, Rufus came out of remission. We are treating him with stronger chemotherapy drugs and still hoping for the best. UPDATE: In November 2007, Rufus started having hind leg weakness and constipation. The vets believe it may be a side effect of the Vincristine (one of his cancer medicines) so we have stopped giving it to him. His symptoms may go away with time. On December 2, Rufus went to the emergency room because he was experiencing pain/discomfort and wasn't eating much. UPDATE: On Friday, December 14, 2007 Rufus was diagnosed with FIP. On Saturday, his oncologist removed 200 CCs of yellow fluid from his abdomen and gave him a different chemo drug. Rufus rallied briefly, but by Sunday, had fallen ill again and was having difficulty breathing. He was able to con the ER vet into sending him home. On Monday, December 17, 2007 his condition grew worse. His onologist and regular vet both had the day off. Momma and Rufus spent the entire day together and finally around 4:30, Rufus let Momma know it was time. A different ER vet determined that Rufus was jaundiced and probably in liver failure. Momma kissed Rufus and told him how much she loved him. She told him about all of his angel friends who would be waiting for him at the Bridge. Then she held him to her heart as the ER vet helped him peacefully cross.
Long time, no meow. We're not on Catster often anymore, but we know this is the place to turn when we need support.
Jack threw up earlier tonight, and Momma discovered that he had eaten some Cling Wrap. A while later she found another little puddle with some kibble and tiny white stuff that may or may not have been the last bits of the wrap. Otherwise, he seems fine.
The ER vet charges $150 just to be seen plus another $200 or so to do x-rays, so Momma is not taking him in unless he seems sick.
Please purr that Jack is fine and that he regurgitated all of the cling wrap. We believe in the power of the purr.
Momma has been cleaning house and the whole family is majorly stressed out. This week the contractor took down the ceiling, walls, and door in the bathroom. When Momma saw it, she asked him if he could put the door back up first so the cats wouldn't get into the walls. So the door was up when Momma got home that night, but she couldn't find the boys. After much panicking, she found Hamlet in the open bathroom wall. Jack was harder to find - he had climbed up INSIDE the new swivel rocker recliner. So Momma is totally freaked out now. She can't relax and enjoy her new recliner because she's afraid of hurting one of her furkids.
Can someone please tell Momma how to keep the cats OUT from inside the recliner?