My cat, Morris, is scratching like crazy around his neck and his ears. He is around 12-14 years old-
I brought him to NY from AL where he was born in my mother's chimney, and I have had him ever since.
I will try to be brief and concise- he has always had bad allergies, but the last 4 years have been absolute hell.
I am at my wit's end.
The poor baby is miserable.
In a nutshell: please excuse the spelling.
He has a history of eosinophilic granuloma, rodent ulcers, allergies to antibiotics (he can only take Clavamox) as well as chronic, latent herpes.
The first time Herpes reared its ugly head was 4 years ago this May when after mourning the death of my 18 yr.old white deaf Maine Coon, I brought home a rescued kitten.
The days that followed turned into months, which turned into years, was my first- ever baptism into the hell fire pit that is Feline Herpes- and it's exclusive bonus- feline corneal ulcer.
He responded well to the treatment- (which involved having to travel to the only Specialized Veterinarian in Ophthalmology where we live- several times)
but because of the eye involvement, he can NEVER have prednisone ever again. Apparently it is contraindicated.
I have been able to keep his allergies/herpes under control with a daily regimen of Lysine, grooming, and rinsing his eyes during pollen season with pure, nothing added TheraTears.
He gets his 3-way feline FVRCP intranasally and intraocularly, and it has made all the difference in the world.
I can usually sense trouble, and have gotten pretty competent with recognizing the impending eye signs that involve the conjunctiva, and I keep cidofovir drops and chloramphetamine drops at the ready in the fridge. In doing so have been able to head off and even avoid potentially serious outbreaks.
Hurricane Sandy was quite the challenge- I was afraid many times during that period- Morris went from 17 pounds down to 12 where he has stayed ever since.-but we made it.
Fast forward to this year.
Morris is older- he now vomits a little more, has a tendency to be obsessive about food, suffers the occasional runny nose.
A feral cat we had been caring for this harsh, horrible winter had her babies in our basement 12 days ago.
She is locked up in a totally different area of the house until I am able to TNR her- she is nursing and doing a great job- but of course, I am sure Morris can smell her.
He HATED the fact that we built a winter shelter in his backyard for a colony- but they would have died, for sure had we not.
He is hypersensitive and co-dependent of my husband.
I am sure he is NOT happy about the recent chain of events and smells of other animals on my husband's clothes...
So begins the scratching...I'm thinking fleas, spring, pollen, grass...add a little nerves and so it begins.
I suffer myself from terrible allergies, so I know the drill.
Scabs start appearing on his neck. His eye is watery. His nose red. Quick vet check- status quo.
A week of Clavamox, rinse the eyes, help with grooming as he is losing his winter coat, making sure he eats...
The sores get worse.
Hair falls off his ears.
He is constantly clawing. I try to keep the nails short.
I keep having my friend (who is our vet) check on him...
The vet administered Advantage flea tx and placated me by watching him for a few after giving it- my other cat had a horrible neurological reaction to flea treatment and I am terrified of the ramifications of the chemicals. It's a double-edge sword.
Morris seemed okay- we went home. The next day, ZERO hair at the application site! What?
My vet friend goes out of town and the vomiting starts. The "ghostly" glaze comes over his eyes. Morris only wants table scraps- chicken, shrimp. Refusing his Lysine. Crying for water and howling at night. Has to be with my husband 24/7.
Am I being overly dramatic? probably.
Is hubby being overly nonchalant about this? probably.
We meet in the middle and head out to our "back-up" vet. A blood draw and skin check.
That was last Wednesday.
His bloods were all fabulous, including the T-4, although the eosinophils were elevated, and the vet said that means allergy related.
(she has NO idea who she is talking to on the other end of the phone...haha)
She told me to give him a limited ingredient food from a protein he hasn't been exposed to before. We have tried that SO many times.
(yeah-good luck with that- we have another cat and Morris has been known to actually reach for hubby"s food as it is on a fork going into his mouth. sigh.)
She also prescribed an Immune Booster, and Omega 3 Fatty Acids supplement.
I need to get the Lysine down him, somehow, some way.
I leave, relieved, go in search of food and empty gel caps with which to create my own magical pill of fatty acids, lysine and immune booster.
I am an expert at pilling and Morris is an expert at foaming and vomiting liquid meds.
I am the feline version of Jessica Seinfeld- I will crush it, puree it, hide it, sneak it. Morris caught on.
He senses even the tiniest bit of foreign powder on his anything- food, treat, shrimp....not even popular forms of pill pockets can hide "tasteless" or " unscented" healthy additives...so I pill.
Balls to the Wall- I can pill a cat in pitch black post-hurricane sub zero temps- this is gonna be a breeeeeeeeze......
No gel caps.
Anywhere.
Have to order. Okay. I got this.
Limited cat food that took HOURS for me to choose- promptly projectile vomited.
Everywhere.
More than once.
All night.
So much that I am frantically googling "limited ingredient cat food recall" at 2 am.
(I need to STAY AWAY FROM GOOGLE. and BING. and YAHOO.)
We totally fold.
Correction.
I FOLD.
I'm braising boneless chicken breast.
I chop up shrimp, open tuna... I am syringing water with electrolytes...I am prostate, on the floor, begging, BEGGING the cat to eat.
this is all in say...3 hours of vomitfest?
Morris has annihilated all of the hair in the shape of a collar around his neck. His appetite has diminished. Little tufts of hair are everywhere.
I am finding evidence of dried vomit.
(Could be old- could be new- if I were Personal Prozac I wouldn't tell Psycho-Wife, either.)
So, please-
advice?
Personal testimonies of triumph? Magical cures? (for myself or the feline, all are welcome)
I am going back to the vet tomorrow.
(I was really good on the phone..."and the Oscar goes to......" )
Until then, I will use the time wisely-
I'll be carrying my cell around, hyper-stimming, checking e-mail and voice-mail obsessively and snapping the rubber band around my wrist biding time until I have a private audience with The Cat Doctor.
I brought him to NY from AL where he was born in my mother's chimney, and I have had him ever since.
I will try to be brief and concise- he has always had bad allergies, but the last 4 years have been absolute hell.
I am at my wit's end.
The poor baby is miserable.
In a nutshell: please excuse the spelling.
He has a history of eosinophilic granuloma, rodent ulcers, allergies to antibiotics (he can only take Clavamox) as well as chronic, latent herpes.
The first time Herpes reared its ugly head was 4 years ago this May when after mourning the death of my 18 yr.old white deaf Maine Coon, I brought home a rescued kitten.
The days that followed turned into months, which turned into years, was my first- ever baptism into the hell fire pit that is Feline Herpes- and it's exclusive bonus- feline corneal ulcer.
He responded well to the treatment- (which involved having to travel to the only Specialized Veterinarian in Ophthalmology where we live- several times)
but because of the eye involvement, he can NEVER have prednisone ever again. Apparently it is contraindicated.
I have been able to keep his allergies/herpes under control with a daily regimen of Lysine, grooming, and rinsing his eyes during pollen season with pure, nothing added TheraTears.
He gets his 3-way feline FVRCP intranasally and intraocularly, and it has made all the difference in the world.
I can usually sense trouble, and have gotten pretty competent with recognizing the impending eye signs that involve the conjunctiva, and I keep cidofovir drops and chloramphetamine drops at the ready in the fridge. In doing so have been able to head off and even avoid potentially serious outbreaks.
Hurricane Sandy was quite the challenge- I was afraid many times during that period- Morris went from 17 pounds down to 12 where he has stayed ever since.-but we made it.
Fast forward to this year.
Morris is older- he now vomits a little more, has a tendency to be obsessive about food, suffers the occasional runny nose.
A feral cat we had been caring for this harsh, horrible winter had her babies in our basement 12 days ago.
She is locked up in a totally different area of the house until I am able to TNR her- she is nursing and doing a great job- but of course, I am sure Morris can smell her.
He HATED the fact that we built a winter shelter in his backyard for a colony- but they would have died, for sure had we not.
He is hypersensitive and co-dependent of my husband.
I am sure he is NOT happy about the recent chain of events and smells of other animals on my husband's clothes...
So begins the scratching...I'm thinking fleas, spring, pollen, grass...add a little nerves and so it begins.
I suffer myself from terrible allergies, so I know the drill.
Scabs start appearing on his neck. His eye is watery. His nose red. Quick vet check- status quo.
A week of Clavamox, rinse the eyes, help with grooming as he is losing his winter coat, making sure he eats...
The sores get worse.
Hair falls off his ears.
He is constantly clawing. I try to keep the nails short.
I keep having my friend (who is our vet) check on him...
The vet administered Advantage flea tx and placated me by watching him for a few after giving it- my other cat had a horrible neurological reaction to flea treatment and I am terrified of the ramifications of the chemicals. It's a double-edge sword.
Morris seemed okay- we went home. The next day, ZERO hair at the application site! What?
My vet friend goes out of town and the vomiting starts. The "ghostly" glaze comes over his eyes. Morris only wants table scraps- chicken, shrimp. Refusing his Lysine. Crying for water and howling at night. Has to be with my husband 24/7.
Am I being overly dramatic? probably.
Is hubby being overly nonchalant about this? probably.
We meet in the middle and head out to our "back-up" vet. A blood draw and skin check.
That was last Wednesday.
His bloods were all fabulous, including the T-4, although the eosinophils were elevated, and the vet said that means allergy related.
(she has NO idea who she is talking to on the other end of the phone...haha)
She told me to give him a limited ingredient food from a protein he hasn't been exposed to before. We have tried that SO many times.
(yeah-good luck with that- we have another cat and Morris has been known to actually reach for hubby"s food as it is on a fork going into his mouth. sigh.)
She also prescribed an Immune Booster, and Omega 3 Fatty Acids supplement.
I need to get the Lysine down him, somehow, some way.
I leave, relieved, go in search of food and empty gel caps with which to create my own magical pill of fatty acids, lysine and immune booster.
I am an expert at pilling and Morris is an expert at foaming and vomiting liquid meds.
I am the feline version of Jessica Seinfeld- I will crush it, puree it, hide it, sneak it. Morris caught on.
He senses even the tiniest bit of foreign powder on his anything- food, treat, shrimp....not even popular forms of pill pockets can hide "tasteless" or " unscented" healthy additives...so I pill.
Balls to the Wall- I can pill a cat in pitch black post-hurricane sub zero temps- this is gonna be a breeeeeeeeze......
No gel caps.
Anywhere.
Have to order. Okay. I got this.
Limited cat food that took HOURS for me to choose- promptly projectile vomited.
Everywhere.
More than once.
All night.
So much that I am frantically googling "limited ingredient cat food recall" at 2 am.
(I need to STAY AWAY FROM GOOGLE. and BING. and YAHOO.)
We totally fold.
Correction.
I FOLD.
I'm braising boneless chicken breast.
I chop up shrimp, open tuna... I am syringing water with electrolytes...I am prostate, on the floor, begging, BEGGING the cat to eat.
this is all in say...3 hours of vomitfest?
Morris has annihilated all of the hair in the shape of a collar around his neck. His appetite has diminished. Little tufts of hair are everywhere.
I am finding evidence of dried vomit.
(Could be old- could be new- if I were Personal Prozac I wouldn't tell Psycho-Wife, either.)
So, please-
advice?
Personal testimonies of triumph? Magical cures? (for myself or the feline, all are welcome)
I am going back to the vet tomorrow.
(I was really good on the phone..."and the Oscar goes to......" )
Until then, I will use the time wisely-
I'll be carrying my cell around, hyper-stimming, checking e-mail and voice-mail obsessively and snapping the rubber band around my wrist biding time until I have a private audience with The Cat Doctor.