Hello Fellow Cat Addicts,
This is the best site I've ever run across-- just had to join. Thank you all for welcoming us. Meet Harley, our 13 yr old blackest of black male cats. Adopted him twelve years ago from a no-kill shelter. Since then, I've never walked alone. I've never sat alone, lied alone, eaten alone, written out the bills alone, fixed the plumbing under the sink alone...etc. You all know what I mean--and none of us would have it any other way. If I were home right now, I wouldn't be typing this alone.
Anyway, about 6 mos. ago, poor old Harley went stone-cold deaf. Within the space of 2 weeks he went from amazing hearing to being totally deaf. Its a mystery to the vet too, as no signs of an ear infection, or anything else to explain it. Wondering if anyone out there has had a similar experience. Once the neighborhood wanderer, Harley rarely goes out now. When he does, he won't leave the patio. That's good as we live in Denver, near the foothills, with lots of wildlife. Harley's wise enough to know that he can't cope with the outdoors anymore without his best weapon-- his ears. But he's adjusted well, and seems happier than ever!
Well, I've rambled on enough for my first post, so I'll sign off. Look forward to talking to you all out there about our velvet-nosed best friends. And always remember: Real men love cats too!
This is the best site I've ever run across-- just had to join. Thank you all for welcoming us. Meet Harley, our 13 yr old blackest of black male cats. Adopted him twelve years ago from a no-kill shelter. Since then, I've never walked alone. I've never sat alone, lied alone, eaten alone, written out the bills alone, fixed the plumbing under the sink alone...etc. You all know what I mean--and none of us would have it any other way. If I were home right now, I wouldn't be typing this alone.
Anyway, about 6 mos. ago, poor old Harley went stone-cold deaf. Within the space of 2 weeks he went from amazing hearing to being totally deaf. Its a mystery to the vet too, as no signs of an ear infection, or anything else to explain it. Wondering if anyone out there has had a similar experience. Once the neighborhood wanderer, Harley rarely goes out now. When he does, he won't leave the patio. That's good as we live in Denver, near the foothills, with lots of wildlife. Harley's wise enough to know that he can't cope with the outdoors anymore without his best weapon-- his ears. But he's adjusted well, and seems happier than ever!
Well, I've rambled on enough for my first post, so I'll sign off. Look forward to talking to you all out there about our velvet-nosed best friends. And always remember: Real men love cats too!
