Hello!
I'm the proud mama of a lovely 5 year old cat named Peanut. He's a special needs kitty- he has mobility issues and he can't jump very well at all. He's incredibly friendly and loves cuddles, but he can't free-feed or else he'd look like a basketball with feet!
Peanut has a bit of a sad story- in 2006, he became very sick when I was out of town for the weekend. I came back to find my apartment covered with puke, and I rushed him to the emergency vet in a state of panic! Throughout the following months, while they tried to figure out what was wrong with him, I did everything I could to keep him alive. I gave him sub-Q fluids, gave him shots (also sub-Q), cleaned up more barf than I ever want to see again, and just generally stayed with him as much as I could. One night he started throwing up blood- by then I'd become a regular at the clinic!- and I took him to be put to sleep. The vet tech who was always there to see him even cried a little, but the vet offered one last-ditch procedure to save his life. I opted for it, and so they scoped him and operated to remove a piece of plastic as long as my arm! I was so mad at him, but I was so happy he was alive- and now I'm INCREDIBLY careful about what's within his (somewhat limited) reach.
He's healthy and happy now, and larger than life itself
It's good to meet you all!
I'm the proud mama of a lovely 5 year old cat named Peanut. He's a special needs kitty- he has mobility issues and he can't jump very well at all. He's incredibly friendly and loves cuddles, but he can't free-feed or else he'd look like a basketball with feet!
Peanut has a bit of a sad story- in 2006, he became very sick when I was out of town for the weekend. I came back to find my apartment covered with puke, and I rushed him to the emergency vet in a state of panic! Throughout the following months, while they tried to figure out what was wrong with him, I did everything I could to keep him alive. I gave him sub-Q fluids, gave him shots (also sub-Q), cleaned up more barf than I ever want to see again, and just generally stayed with him as much as I could. One night he started throwing up blood- by then I'd become a regular at the clinic!- and I took him to be put to sleep. The vet tech who was always there to see him even cried a little, but the vet offered one last-ditch procedure to save his life. I opted for it, and so they scoped him and operated to remove a piece of plastic as long as my arm! I was so mad at him, but I was so happy he was alive- and now I'm INCREDIBLY careful about what's within his (somewhat limited) reach.
He's healthy and happy now, and larger than life itself
It's good to meet you all!