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You may or may not know how frustrating it is to live with parents who don't want to hear when something is wrong with the cats.
Nearly 10 years ago, we took in a shih tzu from my great aunt who couldn't care for him anymore. His fur was filthy and in dreadlocks so we shaved and bathed him. It turns out he was flea-infested and gave them to the one remaining cat we had. My parents wouldn't believe me and, at the time, I thought the flea dirt on her manx tail was dust. I showed it to them and neither thought it was fleas. I told them I saw a bug crawling through her fur and they didn't believe me until I fished out a flea from her. Even then, they didn't treat them right away and, when they did, they got the cheapest flea collars they could find, which didn;t help at all. I was the one who was always bathing them and it would break my heart when the fleas would crawl across the cat's eyes to escape the water. There were even time when the flea dirt would melt and come off in streams from her belly. I thought she had actually cut herself open there was so much red. She became skin and bones and eventually died, but she was very old anyway. It wasn't until the cat and dog died that my parents flea bombed the house. Before that, I'd wake up with over 50 flea bites on each leg in the mornings.
Half a year ago, when we got two kittens, I noticed that had some occular discharge and sneezing. I said I think they have an upper respiratory infection and my step-dad questioned how they could have gotten it. I said probably from the shelter. The one kitten wasn't growing and had diarrhea everyday. Despite my concerns, they wouldn't take them to the vet. It was only once the smallest one was non-responsive one day that my step-dad took her to the shelter vet, who told him to take her to an animal hospital, where they had to euthanize her.
The surviving kitten, who never played and had copious amounts of gloopy mucus coming from her eyes, also really concerned me. My parents waited until her regular check-up to take her to the vet. They confirmed my suspicion of an upper respiratory infection. They gave her meds and her eyes looked clearer that night and she started playing the very next day. We were entitled to a refund or a free replacement because the one kitten died within two weeks of her adoption date and once Nala was all better, they let us have a second.
This new orange tabby showed symptoms of infection a couple days after coming home with us. He sneezed a lot, breathed like he had a stuffy nose and sometimes had to breathe out of his mouth. I said he needed to go to the vet before he got worse. They wouldn't listen. His nose got so stuffed up that he stopped eating because he couldn't smell his food. At his normal check up, my suspicions were confirmed again.
Two times after that, Simba's eyes started tearing excessively, with occasional pus, and his eyes got red and squinty. I mentioned it and said I thought it was conjunctivitis and they didn't listen again until his eye looked bad. Then they gave him leftover meds from the upper respiratory infection. It seemed to help both times. Lately, I noticed his teeth yellowing and some redness along his gumline and swelling and discoloration of his third eyelids. They didn't listen to me again and said his eyes and teeth looked fine, even when I showed them a photo of a healthy nictitating membrane.
I discovered today that Simba has fleas and they don't really believe me. I saw some crawling through his fur and saw the flea dirt melt into blood when I put it on a wet tissue. Nala has been scratching her throat a bit raw for a long time and I don't know if it's connected, but my mom is so sick of it all. She said today that she regrets ever getting the cats. She said things like, "I have enough on my plate and now, everyday I come home, you tell me there's something wrong with them. The eyes, the teeth, and now fleas. Why do you have to dissect them? Can't you just leave them alone?" and "I got them to enjoy them." She was bitching to my step-dad in their room after that that she never had cats cats with problems and they all lived to be 20 years old. "
I guarantee those cats had problems but she never noticed or did anything about it. Cats hide pain and discomfort well, but I guess she doesn't know that. I made a vet appointment for Simba for this Friday and will need a friend to take me or hop on buses. We wanted to keep my step-dad from knowing I made the appointment but that won't be possible, as they will be home before I get back home. I don't care. I'll do what it takes to make sure these cats, which were a birthday present for my mom, remain happy and healthy, no matter what my parents say. They are heartless and selfish and I can't believe they would be mad at me for noticing when the cats are unwell and need veterinary care.
Nearly 10 years ago, we took in a shih tzu from my great aunt who couldn't care for him anymore. His fur was filthy and in dreadlocks so we shaved and bathed him. It turns out he was flea-infested and gave them to the one remaining cat we had. My parents wouldn't believe me and, at the time, I thought the flea dirt on her manx tail was dust. I showed it to them and neither thought it was fleas. I told them I saw a bug crawling through her fur and they didn't believe me until I fished out a flea from her. Even then, they didn't treat them right away and, when they did, they got the cheapest flea collars they could find, which didn;t help at all. I was the one who was always bathing them and it would break my heart when the fleas would crawl across the cat's eyes to escape the water. There were even time when the flea dirt would melt and come off in streams from her belly. I thought she had actually cut herself open there was so much red. She became skin and bones and eventually died, but she was very old anyway. It wasn't until the cat and dog died that my parents flea bombed the house. Before that, I'd wake up with over 50 flea bites on each leg in the mornings.
Half a year ago, when we got two kittens, I noticed that had some occular discharge and sneezing. I said I think they have an upper respiratory infection and my step-dad questioned how they could have gotten it. I said probably from the shelter. The one kitten wasn't growing and had diarrhea everyday. Despite my concerns, they wouldn't take them to the vet. It was only once the smallest one was non-responsive one day that my step-dad took her to the shelter vet, who told him to take her to an animal hospital, where they had to euthanize her.
The surviving kitten, who never played and had copious amounts of gloopy mucus coming from her eyes, also really concerned me. My parents waited until her regular check-up to take her to the vet. They confirmed my suspicion of an upper respiratory infection. They gave her meds and her eyes looked clearer that night and she started playing the very next day. We were entitled to a refund or a free replacement because the one kitten died within two weeks of her adoption date and once Nala was all better, they let us have a second.
This new orange tabby showed symptoms of infection a couple days after coming home with us. He sneezed a lot, breathed like he had a stuffy nose and sometimes had to breathe out of his mouth. I said he needed to go to the vet before he got worse. They wouldn't listen. His nose got so stuffed up that he stopped eating because he couldn't smell his food. At his normal check up, my suspicions were confirmed again.
Two times after that, Simba's eyes started tearing excessively, with occasional pus, and his eyes got red and squinty. I mentioned it and said I thought it was conjunctivitis and they didn't listen again until his eye looked bad. Then they gave him leftover meds from the upper respiratory infection. It seemed to help both times. Lately, I noticed his teeth yellowing and some redness along his gumline and swelling and discoloration of his third eyelids. They didn't listen to me again and said his eyes and teeth looked fine, even when I showed them a photo of a healthy nictitating membrane.
I discovered today that Simba has fleas and they don't really believe me. I saw some crawling through his fur and saw the flea dirt melt into blood when I put it on a wet tissue. Nala has been scratching her throat a bit raw for a long time and I don't know if it's connected, but my mom is so sick of it all. She said today that she regrets ever getting the cats. She said things like, "I have enough on my plate and now, everyday I come home, you tell me there's something wrong with them. The eyes, the teeth, and now fleas. Why do you have to dissect them? Can't you just leave them alone?" and "I got them to enjoy them." She was bitching to my step-dad in their room after that that she never had cats cats with problems and they all lived to be 20 years old. "
I guarantee those cats had problems but she never noticed or did anything about it. Cats hide pain and discomfort well, but I guess she doesn't know that. I made a vet appointment for Simba for this Friday and will need a friend to take me or hop on buses. We wanted to keep my step-dad from knowing I made the appointment but that won't be possible, as they will be home before I get back home. I don't care. I'll do what it takes to make sure these cats, which were a birthday present for my mom, remain happy and healthy, no matter what my parents say. They are heartless and selfish and I can't believe they would be mad at me for noticing when the cats are unwell and need veterinary care.