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 Age: 19 Years Sex: Male Weight: 8 lbs.
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Leave a treat for Scotty (1988 -2006)
Nicknames:
Scotty No Potty, Scotty Potty, Scotty Potty Pudding in Pie, Kitty,
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
Being scratched under the chin; being left alone
Pet-Peeves:
getting medicine 2x a day, Patrick (the dog)
Favorite Toy:
doesn't really like playing with toys
Favorite Nap Spot:
On a sunny day, Scotty finds a spot on the floor where the sun is poring through. If not, he usually finds a sport where he can hide from everyone
Favorite Food:
Very, very picky eater. We keep having to change his food
Skills:
not releasing his poop for days & days, puking on the rug
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
My vet phoned me in April of 2004 because she knew I fostered shelter animals and asked me to foster Scotty as his owners had brought him in and asked for him to be euthanized. Even though Scotty had been with them since he was a little, tiny, kitty, they did not want to put up wtih a cat who was constipated. My vet figured out that Scotty had a weaking in his bowels so she put him on medication which allowed him to go to the bathroom. This was still not could enough for Scotty's previous family as they did not want to be bothered with giving him medication. I told my vet that I would keep Scotty as I was looking for a senior cat to adopt and I knew that it would be almost impossible to find a family who would take a senior cat with a medical condition.
Bio:
We are dog people but Leila had somehow ended up fostering Mommy Cat and her kittens for the Burnaby SPCA in the summer of 2003. After Mommy Cat found her home Leila got it stuck in her head we needed a cat. And it had to be a senior cat that was an indoor only cat. Finding a senior (over 12 years old) indoor only cat is hard.
We met Scotty in April 2004. Our vets were trying to find a new home for Scotty. He had a debilitating bowel disease and the owners were no longer able to cope. The vet clinic phoned Leila and we came down to meet him. I looked down at Scotty’s little face and thought “my god” that is an ugly cat. Apparently Leila was thinking the same. I thought okay maybe it won’t look so ugly after awhile. His little face miracously became the cutest little round eyed baby face ever.
Scotty was a mystery to us. We would come home and he would be sitting in my bedroom with his back turned to us. He would look at us through half squinted eyes. Our vet’s office had to tell us that the back turned was him giving us the cold shoulder and the squinting eyes were that he was content. He lived upstairs because the dogs were downstairs. Leila got it into her head that Scotty needed a companion. In September 2004 Abby, a 14 year old, joined our household to become Scotty’s companion. In a very short time Abby was down stairs with the 3 dogs and us. Scotty was upstairs. He had started to sleep on my bed but when Abby came he stopped and he never did sleep on my bed again. In early 2005, Scotty came down. Why, only Scotty knows.
He would sit on the stairs with Abby and watch the dogs and us in the kitchen. We were “cat” TV for them. Abby would meow early in the morning. Not Scotty. He would come to my bed and scratch on my bed. I would be glad he would miss my bed skirt and reach up high enough to get the bed sheets. He would drink water every morning and evening out of my “fancy” pedestal soap dish. Every morning and evening I would have to dump the old water and put in new. He didn’t like to be picked up and if you reached out to pet him he would often turn away. He was the pickiest eater ever. He would only eat a brand of food for a few days. Since February, when he started a slow decline, we learned to buy 2 or 3 brands of food at one time. He would often get those roasted chickens that Safeway sells, cans of Salmon, sardines, and at times home cooked chicken mixed in with rice. In the last two months Scotty, for some inexplicable reason, found his voice. Instead of scratching my bed in the morning he began to meow for me to get up.
When Leila took Scotty she began a two year journey with him. She was the caregiver and he the patient. Since last September she has been driving down to Mission to see Dr Petrali. She has been giving Scotty enemas, twice a day, for almost a year. In the last two months she has been taking him to Central Langley Vet Hospital once a week to get his sub q fluids (it was the one thing she couldn’t bring herself to do). Scotty has never been able to poop in his box. When we first got him he would poop just outside it. This changed to him pooping “wherever” his body had the urge. The hard poops eventually turned into liquid runs. I would find them in my closet (and lucky me) on my bathroom floor, and in my shower. I would clean my closet and bathroom but Leila had to deal with the mess everywhere else. She got the brunt of my anger when he had severe diarrhea all over my brand new comforter. It is sometimes frustrating, irritating and often time consuming these types of relationships. But this caretaker – patient relationship also runs deep into your soul because it was Leila that made the decision to prolong his life and ultimately it was her decision to say it was time. It is beyond words… this relationship.
Scotty had a peaceful last day. He was half the weight he had been when we first got him, he had failing kidneys and liver and it looked like he was becoming anemic. He hadn’t defecated for over a week but he was active and alert. He spent some time outside (he had gotten outside one day a month back and decided he liked it) in the back yard. He sat in the sun downstairs which was an odd choice for him. He had the unhealthiest grocery brand food with pink gel in it. At the vets he had a great comb under the chin while he got a sedative. He went into his carrier to take a nap and he was purring. Leila put him in her arms, in the only way he would let her pick him, cradled like a baby. He went peacefully in her arms.
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R.I.P. July 13, 2006
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Himalayan Cats!
I've Been On Catster Since:
| August 7th 2004 |
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More than 4 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
56941
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