My kitty boy Sam needs all the praying he can get tonight. I took him to
the vet Friday thinking he was suffering from anti-freeze poisoning: he
was drinking tons of water, vomiting, and when he walked all he could
manage was to wobble a bit and fall down.
Well, turns out he has that male cat thing where their urinary tracts
get blocked by crystals, formed from too much mineral in the diet. Poor
kid, he'd been blocked for so long (36 hrs, the vet thinks) that his
kidneys shut down, and his bladder was the size of a softball. I thought
he was just sleeping off a particularly active night of tom-cat ass
kicking!
He was better yesterday, eating like a pig. We were just waiting to
bring him home from the vet 'til he could pee on his own again.
But today he was worse, very unhappy and not eating. The vet says his
kidneys might be damaged, maybe irretrievably...
I'd appreciate it if we could all hold hands on the Porch tonight and
tell Sam "whir!" That's what he always says to me.
-Mary
A big 'whir' to Sam! I'll say a little prayer for him tonight, and send it
to my own 'furangels' on a plume of sandalwood incense.
I'm a cat lover, too (18 of 'em), and I know how hard it is when your
furkids are sick. Hugs to you.
teddy
I went through something similar with my kitty boy, and I know it's very
hard and there's a lot of waiting and uncertainty. But here's hoping for a
good prognosis, and that he'll be much improved when you see him tomorrow.
-Elizabeth
raoultom wrote:
>
> Hey all,
>
> My kitty boy Sam needs all the praying he can get tonight. I took him to
> the vet Friday thinking he was suffering from anti-freeze poisoning: he
> was drinking tons of water, vomiting, and when he walked all he could
> manage was to wobble a bit and fall down.
> SNIP SNIP
> tell Sam "whir!" That's what he always says to me.
> -Mary
Oh wow....I'll certainly say a prayer to my Kitty-oversee-er tonite
for Sam. I LOVE cats and hate to hear of such things. best of luck
Mary...
Patrick
teddy wrote:
--
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the
shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the
Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in
rain...Time to die.
A giant "whir" goes out to Sam from me, Mary. I hope all turns out for the
best.
~~Kel~~
"No coward soul is mine..." ~Emily Bronte
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ps I'd love to have 18 cats! ...but all those litter boxes, ugh.
--
sam
Porch Cheerleader
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Herlihy~
raoultom wrote in message <36E5E0...@laplaza.org>...
>Hey all,
>
>My kitty boy Sam needs all the praying he can get tonight. I took him to
>the vet Friday thinking he was suffering from anti-freeze poisoning: he
>was drinking tons of water, vomiting, and when he walked all he could
>manage was to wobble a bit and fall down.
>
>Well, turns out he has that male cat thing where their urinary tracts
>get blocked by crystals, formed from too much mineral in the diet. Poor
>kid, he'd been blocked for so long (36 hrs, the vet thinks) that his
>kidneys shut down, and his bladder was the size of a softball. I thought
>he was just sleeping off a particularly active night of tom-cat ass
>kicking!
>
>He was better yesterday, eating like a pig. We were just waiting to
>bring him home from the vet 'til he could pee on his own again.
>
>But today he was worse, very unhappy and not eating. The vet says his
>kidneys might be damaged, maybe irretrievably...
>
I get so upset when my pets are ill. I usually feel like I've failed
them, like if I'd been a better 'mommy' they wouldn't have gotten
sick. It doesn't help that they don't understand why they feel bad
and keep looking to me to fix things.
whir whir whir.
Hope things resolve themselves quickly
We were trying to get all the strays spayed, neutered, and tested. Then one
night there was a knock at the door...there was this little boy, about 10,
and he said, 'I heard you took cats to the doctor and fixed 'em...well, the
big yellow one is mine, and we don't want him fixed, ok?' LOL! That's when I
knew I was officially the 'crazy cat lady'! (And I think I would have taken
the big yellow guy if I could have caught him. Poor guy, his ears were
hanging down and big scabs from earmites. He needed some attention.)
I used to drive my mom crazy by saying I want to die in my house and not be
found for two weeks...when they find me, they'll just find a skeleton
because my 253 cats will have eaten my body.... Obviously, I can't die
yet...haven't reached my quota of cats!
teddy
Poor Sam. A big "whir!" for Sam and a big hug for you. I know how you
feel, having been there too. Hang in there, both of you.
Colleen J
and yes, I have cats :-) doesn't everyone? :-)
pipermaru
(a fellow cat mommy :)
raoultom wrote in message <36E5E0...@laplaza.org>...
Oh geez, that reminds me. When I was about 13 we were visiting my mom's
family here in Gainesville, FL (now I live here too), and we read in the
paper about this situation over on the east side of town. Firemen had
responded to a small kitchen fire in one of the older, less-maintained
neighborhoods, and they put out the blaze in short order. The
house had crap stacked up on every conceivable surface, but one of the
firemen pushed aside some magazines or something so he could perch on the
edge of the sofa to finish getting information from the woman who lived
there for the official report. After a few minutes, he realized he wasn't
the only one on the couch. Apparently, the woman's elderly mother had
died on that couch TWO YEARS PRIOR, and she never did anything with the
body (other than to stack stuff on her)! During the ensuing
investigation, neighbors said that they had noticed a very bad odor around
the time the mother died, but attributed it to animals. Here's my
favorite part -- the year before, firemen had been out there for another
incident, and they didn't even notice the body -- that's how cluttered the
interior of the house was! The newspaper gave the address, so my family
being the twisted people I love, we all piled into the car and went over
to have a look. It was a little blue clapboard house with yellow police
tape all around it. I remember my mom saying, "Ashley, for the love of
God, please promise me . . ." Heheh. She knows how messy I can be
sometimes. ;)
To Sams owner -- I hope he's doing okay, poor kid. I'll be snuggling my
kitties tonight whether they want it or not . . .
-Ashley
I'm one of those gruesome people that is fascinated by things like this.
Guess it makes me feel better that my housekeeping skills aren't up to
Martha Stewart standards...
teddy
*sniff* Poor kitty cat. *Whir* to Sam. **Coping vibes for Mary**
Franki
--
Franki Tollefson -- ji...@halcyon.com
Elvis Presley, John Lennon, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain,
Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, The Big Bopper, Patsy Cline, Woody Guthrie,
Otis Redding, Jim Morrison, Mama Cass, Keith Moon, Freddie Mercury,
Bob Marley, Marvin Gaye, Keith Whitley, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Dizzy
Gillespie, Carl and Dennis Wilson...
... and Barry Manilow lives on.
My thoughts and "whirs" are with your kitty!! Hope Sam is doing a bit better
today, and my cat ,Gus, sends his best wishes and prayers as well!!
Ali T.
Porch massage therapist...
raoultom wrote in message <36E5E0...@laplaza.org>...
>Hey all,
>
>My kitty boy Sam needs all the praying he can get tonight. I took him to
>the vet Friday thinking he was suffering from anti-freeze poisoning: he
>was drinking tons of water, vomiting, and when he walked all he could
>manage was to wobble a bit and fall down.
>
>Well, turns out he has that male cat thing where their urinary tracts
>get blocked by crystals, formed from too much mineral in the diet. Poor
>kid, he'd been blocked for so long (36 hrs, the vet thinks) that his
>kidneys shut down, and his bladder was the size of a softball. I thought
>he was just sleeping off a particularly active night of tom-cat ass
>kicking!
>
>He was better yesterday, eating like a pig. We were just waiting to
>bring him home from the vet 'til he could pee on his own again.
>
>But today he was worse, very unhappy and not eating. The vet says his
>kidneys might be damaged, maybe irretrievably...
>
And as a major cat lover, I will be thinking of your Sammy tonight , Mary,
and praying for him to get better.
Lynda
Porch Belly Dancer
Ivan Wine wrote
Lynda
Porch Belly Dancer
dale munn wrote in message
<2188-36E...@newsd-223.iap.bryant.webtv.net>...
A very big and heart-felt thank you to everyone for their
Sammy-thoughts. Tuesday the vet said, prob. no happy ending. Today, Sam
is eating and talking and purring and REALLY PISSED OFF AT ME! Hehehe,
that's the best sign I could have. We're both feeling *much* better now.
-Mary
teddy wrote:
>
> Yep...that's me!
>
> We were trying to get all the strays spayed, neutered, and tested. Then one
> night there was a knock at the door...there was this little boy, about 10,
> and he said, 'I heard you took cats to the doctor and fixed 'em...well, the
> big yellow one is mine, and we don't want him fixed, ok?' LOL! That's when I
> knew I was officially the 'crazy cat lady'! (And I think I would have taken
> the big yellow guy if I could have caught him. Poor guy, his ears were
> hanging down and big scabs from earmites. He needed some attention.)
>
> I used to drive my mom crazy by saying I want to die in my house and not be
> found for two weeks...when they find me, they'll just find a skeleton
> because my 253 cats will have eaten my body.... Obviously, I can't die
> yet...haven't reached my quota of cats!
>
> teddy
...and thanks to Lynda for the repost; more evidence for my theory that
my server doesn't like webTV...
-Mary
Sam has company at the vet today; my little female Kali (for reals!) is
getting fixed today...
-Mary
Ashley wrote:
>
> In article <d%vF2.118$1t6...@news14.ispnews.com>,
> teddy <te...@cameron.net> wrote:
> >
> >I used to drive my mom crazy by saying I want to die in my house and not be
> >found for two weeks...when they find me, they'll just find a skeleton
> >because my 253 cats will have eaten my body.... Obviously, I can't die
> >yet...haven't reached my quota of cats!
> >
>
Lynda
Porch Belly Dancer
That's wonderful news!
raoultom wrote:
> lol 253!!!! I'd die of allergies, *then* get eaten.
>
> A very big and heart-felt thank you to everyone for their
> Sammy-thoughts. Tuesday the vet said, prob. no happy ending. Today, Sam
> is eating and talking and purring and REALLY PISSED OFF AT ME! Hehehe,
> that's the best sign I could have. We're both feeling *much* better now.
> -Mary
>
> teddy wrote:
> >
> > Yep...that's me!
> >
> > We were trying to get all the strays spayed, neutered, and tested. Then one
> > night there was a knock at the door...there was this little boy, about 10,
> > and he said, 'I heard you took cats to the doctor and fixed 'em...well, the
> > big yellow one is mine, and we don't want him fixed, ok?' LOL! That's when I
> > knew I was officially the 'crazy cat lady'! (And I think I would have taken
> > the big yellow guy if I could have caught him. Poor guy, his ears were
> > hanging down and big scabs from earmites. He needed some attention.)
> >
> > I used to drive my mom crazy by saying I want to die in my house and not be
> > found for two weeks...when they find me, they'll just find a skeleton
> > because my 253 cats will have eaten my body.... Obviously, I can't die
> > yet...haven't reached my quota of cats!
> >
Colleen J
Ivan Wine wrote:
>
> There is a shot that you can give your cats which makes them no longer affect your
> allergies. Something like an enzyme in cat saliva is what does it, the saliva
> flakes off of their fur, and makes you sneeze, etc. This shot makes the cat stop
> producing it, and they only need it every few months...
> -Ivan
>
> raoultom wrote:
>
> > lol 253!!!! I'd die of allergies, *then* get eaten.
> >
> > A very big and heart-felt thank you to everyone for their
> > Sammy-thoughts. Tuesday the vet said, prob. no happy ending. Today, Sam
> > is eating and talking and purring and REALLY PISSED OFF AT ME! Hehehe,
> > that's the best sign I could have. We're both feeling *much* better now.
> > -Mary
> >
> > teddy wrote:
> > >
> > > Yep...that's me!
> > >
> > > We were trying to get all the strays spayed, neutered, and tested. Then one
> > > night there was a knock at the door...there was this little boy, about 10,
> > > and he said, 'I heard you took cats to the doctor and fixed 'em...well, the
> > > big yellow one is mine, and we don't want him fixed, ok?' LOL! That's when I
> > > knew I was officially the 'crazy cat lady'! (And I think I would have taken
> > > the big yellow guy if I could have caught him. Poor guy, his ears were
> > > hanging down and big scabs from earmites. He needed some attention.)
> > >
> > > I used to drive my mom crazy by saying I want to die in my house and not be
> > > found for two weeks...when they find me, they'll just find a skeleton
> > > because my 253 cats will have eaten my body.... Obviously, I can't die
> > > yet...haven't reached my quota of cats!
> > >
> > > teddy
>
raoultom wrote:
> Unfortunately, I may have to learn how to express Sam's bladder AND give
> him subcutaneous fluid shots, all in service of his kidneys.
Is his FUS correctable by surgery? That's what's usually done. Also, the sub-Q's, as
they are called, are actually pretty easy. Dennis Murphy, the subject of the next story
to come, had to take them in the month before he died. If he hadn't gone blind, he'd
possibly still be alive and taking them. He didn't have FUS but chronic renal failure
(if you have cats over 10, I beg you to have their blood checked for this awful
disease).
But yes, he did make a post-mortem appearance.
Steph
raoultom wrote:
> Unfortunately, I may have to learn how to express Sam's bladder AND give
Sam bit me on the hand today and yowled at me. This means, "take me home
THIS INSTANT!!!"
Can't wait to hear your story...
-Mary