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Age: 13 Years Sex: Male Weight: 17 lbs.
|Home:East Toronto, ON, Canada ||[I have a diary!] |
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Tig, Sweetie, BunnyCat, BunnyBoy, Big Fella
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April 8th 2000
I like lots of ATTENTION, except when I'm busy; malleable people; helping to make the bed; tasting new human foods; counter surfing when there are no humans around; bird-watching; mouth breathing; shoes! I like to sit in shoes
A dirty litter box; when my Mom goes out; not being the center of attention; when my Mom doesn't go to bed on time or any other deviations from the household routine; cigarette smoke; going to the vet; the vacuum cleaner; nail trimming
I like to bat around my girlfriend Emmy
Favorite Nap Spot:
The bed, my basket, or on visitors' suitcases
Yogurt or high-quality ham (I'm not allowed to have these as often as I should!)
Looking bored, incensed, disbelieving; sharing love with a glance; I can wash kitty litter off my paws in the extra water dish; I use my tail like an extra arm, as I wrap it around my Mom's arm and hold on tightly
Tigger was owned by an older woman who he loved very much, but she had to move away to live with her daughter, and couldn't take him with her. She placed him in a shelter, where he stayed for months, becoming increasingly hurt and depressed, as he was adopted and then returned to the shelter, twice. The humans who brought him back said he had "behaviour problems." The last woman who returned him had a large brood of children and cats. Tig didn't get proper treatment, his space wasn't respected, and the apartment wasn't clean enough for him, so he scratched the woman, peed on her carpets, and attacked and stole food from her other cats. She returned him to the shelter tied up in a pillow case, wherein he hissed and yowled, for everyone to hear. He then underwent behavior-retraining at the shelter (as if anyone could change him!). On the day I met Tigger I had already spent hours looking for just the right kitty, when I stumbled upon a cat who seemed a little sad. His head was lowered as I approached, and he looked right through me as I spoke to him. Then he turned 180 degrees, and sat down again, showing me his back! I knew he was the one for me!!
We got him home and a few days later went through his paperwork, only to discover that his name, all along, had actually been "Tiger." The shelter staff had mistakenly added an extra "g." Of all the indignities!!
Tigger is more like a dog than a cat, in many ways. He greets me at the door, follows me around the house, snuggles with me on my pillow at bedtime, and issues a wide-range of raspy commands, questions, and comments. He has exceptional communication skills.
Once Tigger slipped off the porch late at night and returned home exactly 4 days later, with a wild look in his eye and oily residue on his fur. He had never left the porch before. We speculate that he may have gone looking for the older lady who had loved him as a kitten. I have Fibromyalgia and cannot work because of it. Tigger is always at my side and his warmth and caring have gotten me through the worst periods in my illness.
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Power Of The Paw For Zack!!!!!
D.O.B: April 8, 2000 ****I am diabetic ******
Daily Diary Pick: May 26, 2008
Daily Diary Pick: Sept. 4, 2008
I've Been On Catster Since:
|April 24th 2008
||More than 5 years!
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April 19th 2010 1:41 pm
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Today I was right on Mom to feed me, as soon as I got up. Then I "helped" her make the bed. I made googley-eyes at her until she came over to rub my belly and then I attacked her with my muscular paws. She ran away!! I think I have more energy than I've had in a LONG time! My Mom is still worried about my excess drinking and peeing, but I have no complaints!
April 16th 2010 3:16 pm
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Mom called the vet in the morning after she wrote my last diary entry and explained that we couldn't afford more expensive tests right now, but said I was still drinking and peeing too much, and vomiting some, too. The vet suggested Mom up my insulin dose to see if that would help. I'm still drinking/peeing too much, but I haven't thrown up since my dose was changed!! I'm still eating the usual amount, too, so Mom is now starting to hope that all the prayers have helped, along with the increased insulin. We will just have to wait...
Mom and I talked about all the cats who've sent their support, and as soon as we get a little more rested we'll get back to all of you!
Our love and prayers go out to all other Catster cats today (and their families), who are still waiting to hear some good news!
April 14th 2010 2:34 am
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Last month I had to stay at the animal hospital for 3 days because I went into diabetic shock again and almost died, and I had to be rehydrated with intraveinous fluid. The vet said I had a urinary tract infection (common in diabetic cats), and that this had triggered the episode. I seemed well again when Mom brought me home, and I was a very good boy about taking all of my pills, to help me finish getting rid of the infection.
But I never did stop peeing and drinking excessively, and now I've begun throwing up my food now and then, as well. Tonight when I threw up again, Mom cried, because she is worried that I have something more serious wrong with me, and she doesn't know what more she can do to help me. My care has become more than she can handle, financially, and even if she can find a way to afford further treatment, she doesn't know if I'll recover.
I felt so bad for her that I snuggled with her for hours in the bed. We are both afraid of losing each other, but I know that whatever happens, we have a very special bond. We love each other SO much!!
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