This is my cat Snowball. He was a stray who started showing up at my house a couple of years ago. I started leaving food out for him and eventually made friends with him. I took him in and he became a part of our family. I used to have a female cat that he ended up getting pregnant the night before I got him neutered. I have another cat that is part Siamese, but she lives outside because she can’t remember to use the litter box. Once the momma cat and her babies found new homes, Snowball really started coming into his own. He used to be very unsocial, but once he had the house to himself he became a totally different cat. He loves attention, he’ll run to you just to jump in your lap so he can get some luvins. He’ll even run to the litter box when he needs to go. He’s such a sweet baby, and when he meows, he really squeaks so usually he’s a silent boy other than his purring. A couple of weeks ago I noticed that he started losing weight, and he’s always been a hearty boy. He was also drooling quite a bit. I called my vet that I trust and have used for years, but they couldn’t get him in until the next day. I was afraid he got into something he shouldn’t have, although I don’t have any chemical product just sitting around. Because I didn’t want to wait, I called another vet who neutered him last year. They were able to see him that day. When I got him there, mine was the only car in their tiny parking lot other than the people who work there. Not a good sign since my usual vet’s office is always packed. When I brought him inside, they knew who he was. Also not a good sign, because it tells me that they didn’t have a lot of business. A girl opened a door labeled ‘private’ and said I could bring him in. They led me through a tiny corridor and into a very small room that consisted of a small exam table. The doctor walked in and asked what was going on. As I explained, he opened Snowball’s mouth and said he’d take a look at him and would probably lance his salivary gland and then stitch him up. He and his assistant stood there and looked at me, so I started asking questions. He was very vague with his answers. Against my better judgement, I left him in their care because I just wanted him better. The next morning, the vet called me and informed me that he ran tests on Snowball and found that he has feline leukemia and FIV (feline AIDS). I was shocked and told the vet that I wasn’t expecting that. He laughed and said he wasn’t either, *insert frowny face*. I again, attempted to ask questions only to get vague responses. He said that he could either do the procedure to his salivary gland or he could just let him sleep. I asked how much the procedure would cost and all he told me was that it would be $40 for the anesthesia. I hung up the phone and cried. I called my mom who freaked out and said that I needed to have him put down because he may pass it on to us. I tried calling the vet back but got some uncaring woman on the phone. I explained to her why I was calling and all I got was silence. I had to ask her if she was still on the phone, she simply said she was listening. She finally said that she would have the doctor call me, which she didn’t. I wanted answers, real answers, what to expect, if he would suffer if I continued to let him go on. I waited about 10 minutes and called back and got a different woman. When I told her what was going on, she put me on hold and came back to the phone after a couple of minutes. She said Snowball was starting to wake up and I was relieved. I did research on the internet and found that cats can live for years with this and it’s more common in male cats because they roam so much. It’s common for it to be spread through them being bitten. When I picked him up from the vet, $193 please. And then they proceeded to tell me that they fed him Fancy Feast during his stay and that he’s still drooling. They said that if it continues, the doctor can go back in because it might be his pituitary gland. I paid the outrageous amount and collected my sweet boy and left. When my daughter got home, she cried as she held him because she knew he would eventually pass but thankful I didn’t let them put him down. Back at home, he’s his usual sweet self. I’ve fed him canned Special Kitty and he loves it. I’m trying to put some weight back on him, plus he deserves a treat. I plan on taking him to my usual vet and having him re-tested. There was something totally shady about that entire experience at that other vet’s office. At my vet’s office, the people actually seem to care about their patients. At least I’ll get some real answers from a vet who’s professional and actually gives a shit.
is my cat, she’s a Calico. I always wanted one as a kid and I love having her. My daughter brought a new kitten home about a month ago. In the beginning, Paisley hated her and would attack her. Now, they play together and we’ve caught Paisley cleaning the baby. Paisley has also been cleaning herself compulsively for the past couple of months. She’s made a spot on her tail bare from cleaning so much and she has a bald spot at the base of her tail, and one on her side. My cat is making herself bald! I took her to the vet last week and he found no problems with her skin. He said it seems to be a behavioral thing and wanted to stop it before she becomes obsessive with it. He put her on hormones, so we’ll see how that goes. I don’t want my kitty to be bald!
Dora and Paisley are two very different cats. Dora is Siamese and Paisley is Calico. Dora is unsocial, I can’t get Paisley out of my face…literally. They both love tea. I used to make my own tea, but it’s more convenient to buy Red Diamond Sweet Tea. Dora and Paisley both love tea. If I leave my glass sitting unattended and forget to keep a watchful eye on them, they sneak up and get in my glass. I don’t fuss at them, I jsut pore it out and go on. Dora has been angry with me for about a year and a half now. That started when I brought Paisley home as an adolescent kitty. Dora used to be somewhat affectionate, but now she likes to keep to herself except when it’s convenient for her (when she wants something). She also loves it outside. Since she is declawed, I let her hang out in my back yard. It’s fenced in, so she can’t go anywhere. Paisley still has her claws and sits for hours looking out the window. I can’t wait til I can afford to get her declawed so I can let her out too.
Last week I decided I was tired of scooping kitty poo every day. I did my research on the automatic litter boxes. I checked each store to see who carried them. Petsmart was the only store that actually keeps them in stock. Lucky for me, they had a couple of them on sale! I bought the clumping litter to go with it and made my purchase. I had to work that day, so I assembled it when I got home. The box said it was supposed to be quiet and had a sleep timer on it. Turns out, it’s not so quiet. When it runs it’s cycle, it sounds like a hand drill. You can hear it even if you’re on the other end of the house from it. Also, it’s not supposed to run while you’re sleeping if you set the timer. I set the timer, but it still went off during the middle of the night. There was a couple of times that the rakes couldn’t get past the clumps and kept restarting itself over and over. I had to manually scoop the poopies out. Not to mention that it sprinkles cat litter all over the floor. I’m not talking jsut around it. I mean ALL over the floor…several feet away.
A couple of days ago, I finally decided I’d had enough. I searched and searched for my receipt and finally remembered that I left it in my car. Good thinking! When I started disassembling it, I lifted up the unit and found a huge pile of cat litter that had fallen through where it keeps the lil clumps of poopie. Man, what a waste of money. I boxed it all up and took it back to the store. I told them it was a piece of crap and told them all the issues I had with it. They asked if maybe it could just be a faulty unit, I told them I didn’t believe that it is because I had read a few reviews that said they had similar issues. I got my money back and went back to my regular litter box. I’m now content with scooping poopies.