The obligatory cat post

[blamebrampton]

My poor old cat found us several years ago soon after we had moved into this house. She was a keen investigator, and would come and supervise while I worked on the garden, occasionally digging up plants she thought were less than perfect and squashing others she considered good bedding material. After asking around, we found that she belonged to two lovely people in the back street and had been rescued by them some years previously, to join their brood of three ancient cats.

While it took her time to let us touch her or to come inside the house, she slowly moved from being amusing visitor to being regular guest. She'd trot in with us when we came home from work and then trot out for dinner around nine, returning for a sleepover around 10. Original owners thought this was a good system because she stopped picking fights with their ancient cats before dinner.

After a year of this, she suddenly became sleeker. We thought this was just because the evil cow next door who used to feed her but lied about it had moved out (NB, her original owners knew she was hanging out with us but we didn't feed her because she wasn't 'ours', they laughed with us about her teenaged couch surfing.) We ran into the owners on the street and they expressed dismay; they had a new cat who beat the crap out of Min, she had stopped coming home at all. They thought she must be starving and feral.

"Actually," we said, "She's in fantastic nick, all glossy and sleek. She must be living on rats and mice." And so she was. We watched that night and she trotted down to the railway outside our house, then returned with a rat half the size of her own body which she proceeded to munch happily on. They asked that we take over her primary care and continue to visit her daily out he front of our place.

Since Min became 'our' cat (she still acts as though she is a time share), she's had a few exciting medical moments including the $1200+ abscess last year, but has mostly been fit and healthy if a bit battered from her habit of scrapping with all and sundry including giant railway rats. Then at Christmas she caught a cold.

And she is still wheezing.

She's had steroid shots, antibiotics, herbal gunk and what have you. Hot vet from the local surgery now says he thinks it is feline asthma and has her scheduled for X-rays and a possible bronchial lavage tomorrow morning. He sent me home to read up on feline asthma and its treatments. There's a great site on asthmatic cats here, including photos of them using an inhaler here. I have broken out my pruning gauntlets in case we need to teach her to use the inhaler and hired my hot young friend to come around tomorrow while Min is at the vets and remove all the allergy-inducing weeds from the garden.

Meanwhile we are hoovering the entire house and have sprayed the futon where she likes to sleep in case of dust mites.

I can't help thinking that if we'd just had a child when we decided to adopt this cat, the offspring would be up to doing the dishes and bringing us breakfast in bed by now. Though I suppose we'd not be able to leave a Brammers Jnr in the laundry with food on the front verandah when we go on hols ...

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[norton-gale.livejournal.com]

My Maine Coon was diagnosed with asthma about 15 years ago (he's entering his 17th year). He had all sorts of tests, including a ridiculously expensive electrocardiogram to figure this out. At first they thought he had a heart complaint. The vet told me he had a valentine-shaped heart and wouldn't live much longer! It took a specialist and far too much $ to set us straight about the asthma. And he hasn't had another attack since!

I hope Min gets diagnosed and feels lots better soon. ♥

Though I suppose we'd not be able to leave a Brammers Jnr in the laundry with food on the front verandah when we go on hols ...

My landlady actually used to leave her 3 year old son on the porch with my cat! I think she thought the cat would watch him and keep him from running into the street. Although remarkably patient with children, my cat was never known for dramatic rescues.

Oh, by the way, I got your gorgeous peacock card from New Zealand yesterday. It was so festive in its gold envelope. Thank you for adding to my birthday cheer. Maybe I will make it a month-long celebration. :)

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

YAY! Glad the card made it there safely. I do think it's fair to take February for yourself. It's a short month, you're not being ostentatious.

I can see why you might leave a toddler with a dog, but a cat? Maybe he has mind control powers for the under-fives?

Min's cell cultures may come back tomorrow, to celebrate she has been dramatically better tonight. Typical.

[norton-gale.livejournal.com]

Tsk, cats. Maybe it was just pneumonia and not a chronic condition? Let's hope.

I'm not sure what powers my cat had, because the child's aunt was horrified enough to come running out when she saw her nephew by himself on the porch. Yes, the cat was about half his size, but that doesn't make him a lifeguard.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Well, she's stopped deteriorating at least. Not getting much better, so I have my fingers crossed we'll hear back about the cell culture on Monday.

I slept all day today ... worn out by the cat!

Good to hear that child had some sensible relatives. But I'm sure the moggy would have been of some use!