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Age: 13 Years Sex: Female Weight: 5 lbs.
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March 10th 2001
Strangers in the house
My sisters, those sparkly fuzzy craft balls
Favorite Nap Spot:
In front of the refrigerator
I can get on the counter, get food mama doesn't want me to have and get back down without the bell on my collar making a sound. ;)
I was born in a prison, literally. An inmate got me when I was a baby and kept me in an office. I had a box of dirt and some chicken from the cafeteria, it was warm and dry, so I was good. Then a guy comes in a takes me out and puts me in another room with this lady. She let me walk around on the counters and pet me and played with me. She took me home the next morning, but I wasn't too happy. I scratched her up pretty bad trying to get out of the box! When we stopped, I went in a house and met my three older sisters, Taillee, Kittanna and Tigger. I was scared and stayed really close to the lady. She gave me a name that means 'shadow' in Hebrew I stayed up under her so much! It took me a while to understand, but I had a mama and a family!
I'm a very reclusive feline. I don't like people coming in my house. Mama doesn't have a lot of people over so it's not too bad. My human cousin is kind of cool... but I can make him go away by hissing... which I'm VERY good at! When I first came home, Tigger became my very bestest friend. She was my babysitter when I was in that yowly, squirmy mood every few months. She died a couple of years ago and I became more reclusive than ever but mama's slowly bringing me out of it.
***Update 4-10-08*** I've stared taking Depo-Medrol shots for my over sensitive skin. It must be an allergy cuz allergy shots work! Mama can pet me and hold me without me hissing and growling so easy!!
***7-16-08***Second shot is done and I was pettable by that evening! Yay! And I've even lost weight! Going to have to tell mama she can't call me fat kitty kitty anymore... hehehe...
I became an angel today.
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|November 5th 2007
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October 30th 2012 1:40 am
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For those who wonder what happened. Sunday night I picked Zilla up to trim her claws. Her breathing went nuts, she was panting heavily. She calmed after a while, but I took her in to see the vet Monday morning. She has never liked this, but she was panicked and wouldn't calm down. The vet couldn't even count her heart rate it was so fast. Over 300 beats per minute. The panting was because she was trying to get oxygen into her blood. Blood work was to be done and an xray as he was concerned about cardiomyopathy.
With the open mouthed breathing, she couldn't be muzzled as usual to be handled, so it was decided she would receive mild sedation for the xray. I went into this knowing the risk, but also knowing I had to have answers to treat her properly. Acepromezine was given and she was fine, but when they tried to take her out, she went into panic mode again. They decided to give just a bit more as her panicking was putting so much stress on her. The tech told me about two seconds after the second dose, she was gone. That quickly. Dr Wylie worked for about 10 minutes trying to get her back, but with her already in the state she was, there was nothing that could be done.
She was a spit fire to the very end, fighting not to let anyone touch her, as usual. She was anti-social and wicked mean with those claws. In over 11 years, my mother only saw her twice and when we went to say goodbye, that was the first time my sister and nephew really got to pet her when I wasn't holding her still. The tech that took care of her, Louie, was crying too. I already knew he has a black cat of his own and had a particular love for them. I know they did all they could for her.
I don't know when I'll get her back. Midlands Pet Care is picking her up Tuesday. I picked a small black marble urn with white streaks. It'll match her fur since she was getting little white hairs popping up all over.
I express my deepest thanks to Wateree Animal Hospital in Camden, SC for the care they gave my girl. I know they did all they could to save my little girl.
September 3rd 2010 3:29 am
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If I could, I'd like to ask for some purrs. My hubby, Feisal is having some problems. His tummy and he haven't been on the best terms with each other for some time. Now a small lump has been found in his neck. His mom is working hard with the vet to find answers to both of these problems so my handsome ruddy boy can be well again. He'll likely be going on predisone, or a variation, to try to help. There's a chance it's the C word, but I'm not thinking about that.
And now to me. Mama and Aunt Debbie hemmed me up in the hall last week and packed me into my soft-sided carrier to take me to the vet. I've got a bald spot about the size of a half-dollar on my back at the base of my tail. It had little bumps and scabs on it. Mama hadn't seen me doing any unusual grooming, so the spot was a surprise! I was terribly uncooperative with the vet so the only examining done was to the spot at my tail and one mama found while at the vet! This was a scabbed place on the back of my neck under my collar. This one wasn't an itchy though, just a spot. Well, mama insisted SHE do any holding necessary of me because of my attitude (I took extra on this trip). I've bloodied more than one tech and she didn't want that to happen again, plus it's mama... I'm obviously going to do better with her holding me down. Then they brought a tech in, male. Mama learned something for sure that day. I do NOT like human men!! As soon as he spoke, I started growling!! Mama told him to back up and tucked my face into the crook of her arm to calm me a bit. Then the torture started.
Mama held me down, though I didn't struggle badly, for the lady vet to first scrape the spot on my neck. She took an impression slide, skin scraping and fur. Then to the spot at my tail. Mama didn't think to prepare herself before the scraping started. You see, this is a VERY itchy spot for me! VERY!! When the vet started scraping with the little blade, I started licking. As some of you may know, serious itching calls for that little nibble we all do. Know what I'm talking about? Your humans probably giggle or laugh when you do it, right? Mama does. When I cut loose nibbling on her arm she broke out laughing so bad, people were coming to look in the door... MOL!!! She had a couple of really nice blood blisters on there when I was done and what looked like a little string of hickeys... hehehe... More slides and samples were taken from that spot too. The slides showed something unusual that the vet couldn't identify, small round 'things'. She said she was going to do some research to try to ID them. She also found a very slight bit of infection so I got an antibiotic. I make a terrible noise like I'm being murdered when mama doses me, but I won't take it in food or anything. But I do get treats after. ^~~^ The fur samples were sent off for fungal culturing. Can you say $$$? Wow! I'm not as expensive as Gaia, but I'm getting there... mol! If this doesn't find anything, allergy testing is next.
As I'm late putting all this in here, there's a slight update. Not quite a week after I was at the vet, mama DID see me biting and pulling at a spot on my back! This was the first time!! She called to inform the vet and the next day picked me up to examine the spot more carefully. Just as she was looking a FLEA ran across!! Well, needless to say we ALL got our Revolution doses a day earlier than mama had intended. But I'm still itchy and nibbling, though not pulling at the fur like I was, so far as mama has seen. Likely I'll be on the SAME medicine my dear hubby may be starting too. Stuff mama has read says a severe flea allergy can sometimes be treated with a short course of steroids for relief and to let the skin start healing. The vet is supposed to call when the tests come in and we'll know where to go from there.
I think this is the most I've EVER said at one time... MOL!! Thanks if you managed to stay with me this far and please keep my hubby and I in your purrs!!
June 14th 2010 10:44 am
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