Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Mom takes over today



*sigh* I feel like I'm a bad cat mom. Daisy (one of my torties) is about 13 years old. Like angel Fred, she has grown painfully thin over the past year. I know it is her kidneys. Her eyes are still bright and she still craves attention. She is sleeping more than she use to and when she sleeps she curls up in a tight ball. When she is on my bed and not sleeping, she tends to tuck up and hunched up (like a loaf of bread but tighter).

I've never had the bond with Daisy that I've had with my other cats. I know that will sound awful to many of you. Daisy has always craved attention and I've always felt bad because my love for her has never ran as deep as the others. I have never ignored her, and I love on her when she gets in my lap. She also sleeps with me many nights and she always gets scritches and pets before I go to sleep.

My bestie found Daisy when she was visiting a local garden (Yew Dell). Daisy was living outside there. The people who ran the gardens were feeding her, but she wasn't really their cat. Apparently she just showed up one day. She wasn't feral. Either she was allowed to roam, she was dumped, or she escaped her home. Jen (my bestie) fell in love with her and said the kitty needed to be inside. However, Jen had a house full of cats herself at that time and said she couldn't possible take her in. I already had 5 at that time. Jen begged and begged me to take Daisy. She finally wore me down and I said I would.

A few weeks later angel Colin came to me. That put me up to six cats. About two weeks after that one of the workers caught Daisy. Jen called me with the news. I gave her the name of my vet and told her to have them take Daisy there for an exam. I called the vet's office and explained the situation. The vet gave her an exam, said she was healthy, about a year old, and she had already be spayed. She wasn't chipped.

About 5 days after she was home with me, she developed a huge abscess on her thigh. I rushed her to an emergency vet (it was after hours for my vet). They cleaned her up, put her on an antibiotic, and she healed up. It looked like she had tangled with something before she came to me.

I've always felt that Daisy was really Jen's cat. She just happened to live at my house. Any time I would pick her up to love on her, she would screech and struggle to get down. Jen could come over and pick her up and Daisy would just purr and purr and purr. As Jen's feline numbers dwindle, she never asked if she could take Daisy, but she always asked how she was doing. 

I've always tried to take good care of Daisy (as with all of my cats). When I agreed to take her I knew she was my responsibility and that I was her guardian. I would do whatever I could to keep her happy and healthy.

So now I'm in tears, knowing that she is going downhill. I know I can't handle her to give her fluids. Fred was hard to handle. Daisy in impossible. She will not eat the prescription food that Fred would eat and that Sable currently eats. Every cat in my house wants to eat it except her. I'm starting her on canned food to see if she will eat that. I want her to be comfortable and I don't want her to suffer. Right now she isn't suffering.

Clarissa's mom

Friday, September 16, 2016

Bobby Update

We have some good news to share with you. Bobby may have a forever home!  A friend of mom's friend is going to keep both Bobby and his sister at his house for the time being. Once mom's friend has the room finished in her house for Paisley, she will be take her. It sounds like Bobby will be staying with the new foster permanently.

Also, the former foster had been letting both kittens outside!!!! That is awful for so many reasons. One, they are babies (four months old). Two, the former foster lives a block from a very busy road. Three, Paisley has tested FelLuk positive (we don't know about Bobby). We could go on, but you get the idea. Mom's friend let him have it when she picked up the kittens. Grrrrr.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Urgent: Kitten in Need of Foster or Permanent Home

We are trying to help find a permanent home for a possibly Feline Leukemia Positive kitten. Details are below.

1. Kitten is male. Neutered, up to date on shots.

2. Kitten is approximately 4 months old and is very affectionate.

3. Kitten's sister has tested positive for Feline Leukemia. Kitten will be tested soon.

4. Kitten's foster parent is leaving town in October and must find either a foster or permanent home for kitten.

Our aunt has asked us to spread the word about Bobby, this adorable male kitten. He is in desperate need of a forever home, but a foster home would do for now. Since his status regarding Feline Leukemia is unknown, it would probably be best if he went to a single home where he is a single cat, or in a home with other FeLuk kitties. Mom feels bad because she can't take him.

Our aunt said both kittens are very playful and don't act like they are sick. And it is quite possible that they will test negative when the checked again. The girl kitten already has a home lined up.

If you can help, or know anyone who can, you can contact us via email:  rissakitty2000 @ gmail dot com.  We wrote it out that way so those pesky spambots can't send us junk mail. Also, please share this information.  Transportation can be arranged.

We forgot to mention that Bobby is located in Louisville, KY!

Pictures of Bobby:








Friday, August 26, 2016

Sable's Vet Visit (check up)

Sable was dropped off at the vet this morning for his annuals and to have a boo-boo looked at. Our Sable is considered to be a medium hair cat. At age 15, his coat isn't as shiny as it used to be, and he has started getting some mats in his fur. Although he is a black cat, his undercoat is a soft gray. Mom could brush him for hours and he would continue to shed. The problem is when those little mats form in Sable's fur, mom said it is like the beginning of a human "dredlock". She either has to cut them out or pick them apart before she brushes him.

When it was time for bed last night, mom found LOTS of tuffs of black and gray fur that looked like Sable's fur. She picked it up and threw it out. Then Sable jumped on the bed and mom noticed a bare looking spot on his hip/thigh area. She took him out to the family room and gave him a good brushing. He pulled away from her when she went over the bare-ish spot. Upon further inspection she said it looked scabbed over. When she rubbed over it with her finger tip the rough place pulled up and it was bloody beneath it. After cleaning it with some warm water (Sable hated that) she put a little antibiotic ointment on it.

Mom was concerned that the boo-boo might get infected, so it was off to the vet for Sable! The vet called and said the place is nothing to worry about and should heal up just fine. He trimmed some of the other mats off and trimmed up Sable's butt fur. He got his needed vaccines and mom will pick him up on her way home from work.

The vet did tell mom that Sable has lost some of his body mass (aka weight). It's been a gradual loss and the vet said it is age related. Sable has lost 3 lbs. over 3 years, going from a little over 12 lbs. to a little over 9 lbs. The vet recommended that Sable go on a prescription food so mom is going to give it a try. He loved Angel Fred's prescription food, so hopefully he will like this food.

We hope everyone has a fun weekend. If the hots are in your part of the country, take it easy and stay cool. If there are storms in your area, stay safe and stay dry!

Purrs,
Clarissa & Co.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

One Week Later....

It's been one week since sweet Fred crossed that Bridge. We miss our brofur, as does mom, but have been doing our best to show her our love. Many of us have taken to laying on mom's right when she is watching t.v. That was Fred's favorite spot. Mom always laughed because white-furred Fred would always be on the right, and black-furred Sable would always lay on the left. The middle was reserved for me! None of us like to curl around mom's hand like Fred did, but she said that's okay. She knows we are all different. That just happened to be his thing to do.

Mom has some pictures of Fred on her phone. We wanted to share a couple of them now. Something Fred started doing as he started feeling worse was finding cooler places to lay down. Most of the time it would be the tile floor in the bathroom. However, mom walked into the kitchen one day to find this:


We think Fred was still a handsome boy, but he looks older than his 10 years. His face is thinner, and he isn't the shiny, clean white kitty that he had been. He still washed and tried to groom, but you can see how gray his tail looked, and his ears. Mom tried to keep him cleaner, but he would squirm and get so agitated that she would let him go.

Mom didn't fuss at him for being in the sink. She knew he didn't feel well. This was take about a month before he passed.

We would like to thank everybody who left messages of sympathy for us. It meant a lot to mom and us. There will always be a place in our hearts for Fred, but we know it was time for him to fly free. As long as we have memories of him then he will still live on in our hearts and home.

Friday, August 19, 2016

Fred is Home

Clarissa has graciously allowed me to take over her blog for the day.  I (and Clarissa & Co.) want to thank all of our friends in the blogosphere for your kind words regarding Fred's passing. If you've ever loved an animal, you know how hard it is when they are no long with you. Your words meant so much to us.

I pick up Fred's ashes late yesterday. Quite frankly, I was surprised that they were returned so quickly. Fred has taken his place of honor along side his siblings who went before him. The vet's office include a heart shape cast of Fred's paw print. This is the first time I've receive a paw print of one of my fur babies.

There are things I miss about Fred. He was always on the breakfast bar or the kitchen counter when I would get up in the morning. He would "yell" at me, demanding to be fed. When I would watch t.v. in the evening, Fred's spot would be on my right. He would curl up around my hand while I rubbed his belly. Soon he would be asleep. Those are the things I will miss about him.

Fred's physical presence will be missed in our house, but his spirit and his memory will live on in my heart.

Clarissa's mom,
Malinda

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

And then there were 14...

Our hearts are heavy with the news we must bring. We said goodbye to Fred today. As you know, he had kidney disease and has been on sub-q fluids for a little over a month. He rallied when he first started on them, and the B-12 shot probably helped, too. But that was not to last. Fred practically stopped eating. All he wanted was mom's almond milk.

On top of the kidney issues, Fred developed a very bad respiratory infection. Mom took him to see the vet this morning. She dropped him off and had planned to pick him up when she left work later today. She even took his bag of fluid so he could get it while he was there.

The vet called mom later in the morning and she said Fred's prognosis was not good. His kidneys were small and had shrank. His chest was congested as was his sinuses. She told mom she could prescribe an antibiotic for Fred, but his immune system was so compromised that even if it cleared up, something else would make him sick. Mom said she didn't want to put Fred through more knowing he really wasn't going to get any better. Mom left work and went to the vet's office so she could be with him when he crossed the Bridge.

Clarissa's mom here:  Frederick Jerome DeWinter was one of the gentlest, sweetest cats I've known. He didn't have a mean bone in his body. He loved everyone. He got along with all of the other cats in my household. It broke my heart to let him go today, but I don't regret the decision. His passing was very peaceful. I chose to have his body cremated and will pick up his ashes when they are returned to the vet's office.

It has been a very hard and difficult day for me. I also lost a friend who I only knew through a cat message board and then Facebook. Sue's health had been declining over the past years and she had moved into an assisted living facility earlier this year. She entered the hospital late last week and went into "comfort care" on Sunday. She passed during the night. I found out this morning.

Life is fragile. Cuddle your fur family. Tell your friends and family that you love them.

On behalf of Clarissa & Co. and me:  We love you and appreciate all you do.

Fred in his prime.
2006 - August 16, 2016.