Likes: Being cuddled on the bed in the morning or on meowmy's desk in the evening
Favorite Toy: The lanyard on meowmy's cell phone
Favorite Nap Spot: On meowmy's PJs on the bed
Favorite Food: Lowfat milk
Arrival Story: Meowmy found me under a rosebush in her front yard on Oct. 24, 1997. I was emaciated, weak, and had sunken eyes. If meowmy hadn't rescued me, I would have died soon. Meowmy borrowed a trap to catch me. After almost 3 months of care and vet visits, I realized I was feeling better and became tame. I am grateful and very attached to my meowmy.
Bio: Little did meowmy know when she rescued me, that I had epilepsy. Early in my life, I suffered numerous grand mal seizures. In addition, I almost died twice from breathing problems indirectly related to the epilepsy. I now take Phenobarbital, and I have been mostly seizure-free since April 9, 2001. In September 2010, I was diagnosed with IBD. I have lost weight. I now get vitamin B12 injections, and more treatments are certain to follow. In spite of everything, I am happy and feeling good. I've been with my meowmy over 13 years now. Meowmy never expected to have me this long. We love each other very much.
Honors Received: Cat of the Day on November 17, 2008
Daily Diary Pick on October 17, 2009
I am named after Mathis der Maler: Mathis Gothart or Neithardt, a.k.a. Matthias Gruenewald, was a German Renaissance painter. Paul Hindemith composed an opera and a symphony about him called "Mathis der Maler" (Mathis the Painter). Here is a slideshow of some of Gruenewald's works of art set to the luscious second movement of Hindemith's symphony "Mathis der Maler."
Today was my 15-year Gotcha Day. I am so lucky my meowmy found me under a rosebush 15 years ago. I was emaciated and weak, and I wouldn't have lived much longer. My meowmy began to feed me, and she got me medical attention. I have had a few close calls with death. I have epilepsy, and I had a bout of IBD a couple years ago. My meowmy never expected to have me this long. I am almost deaf now, but I am otherwise healthy and happy. I love my meowmy, and she loves me! We got tuna for dinner!
I had a small seizure this evening around 10:55PM. Meowmy is concerned, because Phenobarbital had been working so well for me, and now I have had a breakthrough seizure. This is after getting the report from my vet just today, that my Phenobarb blood level was up a bit due to me losing some weight.
I sensed the seizure monster trying to get me, so I bolted out of the bedroom to get away. Meowmy found me on the living room floor next to the wall with Belle staring at me. I was on my side with my tail poofed out, and my tail and the floor were a bit wet. I got up on my feet fairly quickly, but I was confused and unsteady, and my breathing was labored. Fortunately this phase passed in just a few minutes, and I was soon walking around. However, Meowmy could tell I was upset from the way I yowled for awhile. I hate the seizure monster!
Twelve years ago today was an unusually hot autumn day in southern California, so meowmy went outside to water some plants. That’s when she spotted me under a rosebush. I was very skinny and had sunken eyes. Meowmy immediately put out some food and water for me. For the next 3 weeks, I kept coming back and meowmy fed me. But when November came, it started getting cold. She could see that I was shivering out there—even during the day. So on November 15th, meowmy trapped me and brought me into her playroom. She began getting me medical care for an upper respiratory tract infection and ear mites. I began to feel better and better, and in January 1998, I finally figured out that meowmy was my friend. I am devoted and grateful to my meowmy, and she loves me.
I have had some medical issues over the years. First of all, I have epilepsy. Then I had some lung problems caused by my first anti-seizure drug. This past August, my checkup showed that I’m in the earliest stage of diminished kidney function, and a couple weeks ago, I had an isolated episode of dizziness. Fortunately, I am now doing well again. I may be meowmy’s “wuss puss,” but I have a strong will to survive. I love my meowmy, and I have a lot to live for.
So today is my 12th Gotcha Day, and we are celebrating my life at my house. Each day is a gift, and our Catster friends are blessings. Purrs to you all!
Mathis der Meowler
P.S. We are sending lots of purrs to Calvin and Stinky. We love you!