Hi, Tuffy has been to the vet so many times since I found him that its his second home lol. He don't even mind the ride and going to see the vet anymore.
A little history, when I first found him he was in horrible shape, both eyes inner lids were almost shut with tons of yellow junk coming out of them, same from his nose, infact his whole face was covered in yellow junk from his eyes and nose he had to breath with his mouth open. He had horrible diarea from worms and other parasites, really bad ear mites, he was so dehidrated and starved he was just a little bag of bones, he was only 5.4 lbs the first time he went to the vet. His little rear end was all inflamed and brite red, and a mess from the watery diarrhea. When he came up to me I didn't even want to touch him at first. But it took about 2 seconds to feel sorry for him so I want into the motor home [we were camping] and found him some meat scraps to eat. I had a heck of a time with getting him to eat because he could not see the food or smell it, I had to put little pieces in his mouth at first till he figured out what I was doing. So when he was all done eating he climbed up on me, I was in a folding chair by the fire, it was getting cold at night by them, and he curled up and fell asleep, well I cryed and knew I couldn't leave him there to die, So home he came with us.
I had to keep him in the garage in a big dog carrier becase he was so sick that he couldn't be near the other cats we have I made him a litter box in the back of his "house" and he had water and food with him. He spent many days in the garage all alone except when I would check on him and give him his antibiotics. I spent alot of time getting him cleaned up as best I could, He never complained one time about being there all alone, he never cried or got upset to being locked up, Its like he knew it had to be like this for a while. Well all this started in early August, since we already had 4 cats my intentions were to find him a new home if he even lived.
Well he hung on and slowly started to improve, I think he was in the garage all by himself for about 2-1/2 weeks. Anyway he is now 10 lbs and doing normal cat things and he adopted me as his owner before I realized he was here to stay. He was on three coarses of antibiotics since august, he still has some breathing problems, still sneezes junk all over, has very bad coughing attacks and it took til just a few days ago that he seems to be able to smell again. The vet says he will always have breathing trouble because X rays show perminant damage to one lung from something. But all through this he never had a high temp which just floored the vet the first day she saw him I don't think she gave him much of a chance of making it that first time she saw him, but he proved them all wrong. All the girls at the vet love to see him come in, they can't believe how far he has come and how well behaved he is, I can take him out of the pet carryer and sit him on my lap and he will sit or lay there all on his own just watching everything going on.
Thats why I named him Tuffy after all he has been through and he out wrestled our youngest cat who thinks he is Mr macho and outweighs Tuffy by about 4 lbs. I was laughing so hard watching this that after Rusty gave up and ran away Tuffy came over by me all proud so I picked him up and said you are a Tuffy aren't you so the name stuck. I keep telling the vet that he still has all these problems but she don't know what to do for him any more. Yvonne thinks maybe I should take him somewhere else for another opinion which I might have to do. I don't believe for a minute that sneezing all this junk up and alot of blood that one day for at least 3 months is not a sign that there is still something going on and 2 times now he has climbed up on me while I was in bed just shaking and shivering.
He eats great and goes to the litter box just fine, he loves to chase cat toys and sit in the windows and watch the birds and squirles, and chase the other cats around and he gets jealous if I pet any of the other cats, he falls down and rolls on his back when I am trying to walk anywhere and bugs me till I carry him around with me. So in otherwords he is my little buddy and I am his buddy. I just feel so bad for him when he sits and just coughs and coughs these real low wet deep coughs moving his little head from side to side on each cough, I have to be carefull when I pick him up that I don't push on his chest to hard or it makes him cough, and then he sneezes all this junk all over the house and himself. I can't believe that much stuff can come out of his little nose. I told the vet how much he was sneezing up but I think she thought I was making it sound worse than it was, so right on cue Tuffy started to sneeze right in front of the vet and had 1-1/2" long boogers all over the exam table, I just said see what I mean and she laughed.
So that is where he is at right now, getting along great but for the coughing and sneezing and now the shivering now and then, After getting a couple humidifyers going he hasn't sneezed up any more blood. Sorry for writing a whole book about Tuffy but I think that any cat lover would enjoy Tuffy's story. He still amazes me sometimes when I think back to when I first saw him. Tom and Tuffy [who is sitting here watching me write about him]