Pet Stories
When one of my cats was younger and a lot fatter, he came bowling in from the garden with an almighty crash. Looking slightly stunned, he'd arrived into the kitchen having ripped the cat flap from the door and was still wearing it as a cat-tutu. Did I mention he was quite fat?
In honour of Jake, a well loved cat, who died on Wednesday, tell us your pet stories and cheer us up.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
When one of my cats was younger and a lot fatter, he came bowling in from the garden with an almighty crash. Looking slightly stunned, he'd arrived into the kitchen having ripped the cat flap from the door and was still wearing it as a cat-tutu. Did I mention he was quite fat?
In honour of Jake, a well loved cat, who died on Wednesday, tell us your pet stories and cheer us up.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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Miracle kittens
Background: My mother was a cat breeder and one of the early litters had a cute black-haired persian kitten called Jamie.
After about a week it was obvious that the poor sod had a problem. He was smaller than the others and not feeding. He just flopped about and failed to find the teat. My mum started bottle-feeding him but another week later it was obvious that his problems were increasing. His back legs didn't work and he pulled himself along on his front legs looking quite pathetic. The vet came and gave him 3 days to improve. He showed no improvement in the 3 days and I went to bed feeling despondent because it was obvious that in spite of all the efforts he was going to walk the plank (or crawl it, if you like!). I woke up in the morning and went to see the litter. He was walking. Very wobbly, but walking. I cried.
Another time and a different litter. An 8 week old kitten got a virus, got dehydrated, got weak and was fading away before our eyes. The vet came one evening and said she would be dead by the morning as the effort of breathing was killing her. He gave her a mighty dose of antibiotics on a kill or cure basis and left. I went to sleep feeling morose and hopeless. I woke in the morning and went to see the inevitable. She was scooting around like a loon and eating everything in sight. I cried again.
Girls: If you have been disturbed or moved by any of the issues raised by my posting I am available for one-2-one or groupsexytime counselling.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 16:55, Reply)
Background: My mother was a cat breeder and one of the early litters had a cute black-haired persian kitten called Jamie.
After about a week it was obvious that the poor sod had a problem. He was smaller than the others and not feeding. He just flopped about and failed to find the teat. My mum started bottle-feeding him but another week later it was obvious that his problems were increasing. His back legs didn't work and he pulled himself along on his front legs looking quite pathetic. The vet came and gave him 3 days to improve. He showed no improvement in the 3 days and I went to bed feeling despondent because it was obvious that in spite of all the efforts he was going to walk the plank (or crawl it, if you like!). I woke up in the morning and went to see the litter. He was walking. Very wobbly, but walking. I cried.
Another time and a different litter. An 8 week old kitten got a virus, got dehydrated, got weak and was fading away before our eyes. The vet came one evening and said she would be dead by the morning as the effort of breathing was killing her. He gave her a mighty dose of antibiotics on a kill or cure basis and left. I went to sleep feeling morose and hopeless. I woke in the morning and went to see the inevitable. She was scooting around like a loon and eating everything in sight. I cried again.
Girls: If you have been disturbed or moved by any of the issues raised by my posting I am available for one-2-one or group
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 16:55, Reply)
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