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So my 1 yr old cat stormy always loved sleeping on my chest. In fact unless I made him get up he only ever got up to use the bathroom or eat and has been deathly thin since he was a kitten unlike his fatass brother. Stormy is the grey/white one on the right.
Well me and the kitties became homeless last month so I took them to a Forrester area to live. The worst predators they have to deal with are racoons and I make sure I'm home every night to run them off.
One of the cats peed in the sleeping bag last week and I didn't know which but suspected stormy since he was lying in it when I noticed.
Skip to last night. I am ony back in the sleeping bag and stormy is on me with my sleeping bag seperating us. Well I feel something wet and set him on the ground. He has not just peed a little, it has complety soaked through the blanket and soaked through my pajamas (the only pants I own, am still wearing now) before I realized. I am upset and yelled at stormy who kept trying to climb back on me just for me to push him away over and over again.
Well I was trying to figure out what to do as I had no spare clothes or blankets and have a medical condition that makes it hard for me to retain my body warmth. Since he wouldn't quit climbing into me while I was trying to air out the sleeping bag I sat him on a large branch for just a moment. I held him long enough to make sure he had his balance and he had started looking around and exploring further down the branch. This branch is only six foot off the ground and slopes down before going horizontal again only 3 foot off the ground where it then slopes to the ground. Stormy regularly climbs to the 3 foot high part of this branch. I wasn't sure if it was too steep for him to climb down to the 3 foot section but I only intended him to be there for a minute or so while I worked on the pee. I figured if he was scared to climb down he would meow and I could get him, plus he seemed to be having fun and it's only 6 foot drop on one side and four on the other.
Well he had been there for less than 5 seconds after I stepped away and without even trying to climb down the slope or meow for help he just jumped. Only 6 foot but he didn't catch himself at all and just belly flopped on the dirt.
I felt awful. He seemed fine though, still walking around and acting normal. I got up an hour later to chase away a family of racoons and came back to him lying in the now mostly dry sleeping bag. Well he looked so cute I figured I'd give him another chance to lay on me but when i picked him up so i could crawl into the bag he had peed on it again! Well I yelled at him and didn't let him sleep near me. Everytime he tried to climb into the bag I picked him up and would go sat him like 5 ft away by his water bowl. He finally gave up trying to sleep with me and curled up with his brother who was being way more affectionate to him then normal. I was so mad at stormy I only petted his brother and not him till I fell asleep.
I woke up really early when I heard someone messing with the duffle bag I keep their food in out in a tree about 15 foot from our camp. They didn't still anything once they saw it was cat food and so I sat their food out and topped off their water and saw stormy walk over and eat like normal before I went back to bed.
When I woke up about 4 hours ago stormy was asleep on my chest. When I got up he kind of slumped and slid off of me which I thought nothing of. Then his back legs quit working. He was able to crawl with his front for a bit but soon had no strength for that. I realized he was dying. He must have hurt himself internally from the bad jump even in if it was just six foot, his belly hit the dirt first.
I was deciding what to do, knowing vets won't treat him without money down and I had only $2. His condition quickly worsened with lots of meowing (he only meows in the bath) then weird breathing. He kept reaching at me claws extended and mouth opened and I started wondering if he could have rabies instead (it causes paralyzed limbs). I wrapped him in a towel so he couldn't scratch me or his brother just in case and was preparing to take him to the vet. I hoped I could get a free consultation if nothing else. But it was too late. He started shaking and he opened his mouth and he's tongue was shoot around all crazy like. Then three deep breathes. Then he shot his head towards my face, mouth sill open and I jumped back thinking he was trying to bite me, then he was dead. He had tried to reach me one last time and I jerked away. I watched the clear film of his eyes start to disolve and then carried him feel into the Forrest and laid him under a tree.
I was mean to him his last night. I put him on that branch directly resulting in his death. And I jerked back and was afraid to touch him during his final moments as he tried to reach me. I didn't even let him sleep with me his last night on Earth. I caused his death over a little bedwetting accident. I never thought he would jump and not use his legs for landing. I don't see what else could have killed him.
I
Stormy deserved better than me and now his brother is all alone.
Please tell me, is there anyway I am wrong? Could he have failed to land such a short jump because he was already dying? Could that be why he wet the bed twice the night before his death? Or did I kill my cat setting him on that 6 foot high branch for 30 seconds?
I don't know what to do.
Well me and the kitties became homeless last month so I took them to a Forrester area to live. The worst predators they have to deal with are racoons and I make sure I'm home every night to run them off.
One of the cats peed in the sleeping bag last week and I didn't know which but suspected stormy since he was lying in it when I noticed.
Skip to last night. I am ony back in the sleeping bag and stormy is on me with my sleeping bag seperating us. Well I feel something wet and set him on the ground. He has not just peed a little, it has complety soaked through the blanket and soaked through my pajamas (the only pants I own, am still wearing now) before I realized. I am upset and yelled at stormy who kept trying to climb back on me just for me to push him away over and over again.
Well I was trying to figure out what to do as I had no spare clothes or blankets and have a medical condition that makes it hard for me to retain my body warmth. Since he wouldn't quit climbing into me while I was trying to air out the sleeping bag I sat him on a large branch for just a moment. I held him long enough to make sure he had his balance and he had started looking around and exploring further down the branch. This branch is only six foot off the ground and slopes down before going horizontal again only 3 foot off the ground where it then slopes to the ground. Stormy regularly climbs to the 3 foot high part of this branch. I wasn't sure if it was too steep for him to climb down to the 3 foot section but I only intended him to be there for a minute or so while I worked on the pee. I figured if he was scared to climb down he would meow and I could get him, plus he seemed to be having fun and it's only 6 foot drop on one side and four on the other.
Well he had been there for less than 5 seconds after I stepped away and without even trying to climb down the slope or meow for help he just jumped. Only 6 foot but he didn't catch himself at all and just belly flopped on the dirt.
I felt awful. He seemed fine though, still walking around and acting normal. I got up an hour later to chase away a family of racoons and came back to him lying in the now mostly dry sleeping bag. Well he looked so cute I figured I'd give him another chance to lay on me but when i picked him up so i could crawl into the bag he had peed on it again! Well I yelled at him and didn't let him sleep near me. Everytime he tried to climb into the bag I picked him up and would go sat him like 5 ft away by his water bowl. He finally gave up trying to sleep with me and curled up with his brother who was being way more affectionate to him then normal. I was so mad at stormy I only petted his brother and not him till I fell asleep.
I woke up really early when I heard someone messing with the duffle bag I keep their food in out in a tree about 15 foot from our camp. They didn't still anything once they saw it was cat food and so I sat their food out and topped off their water and saw stormy walk over and eat like normal before I went back to bed.
When I woke up about 4 hours ago stormy was asleep on my chest. When I got up he kind of slumped and slid off of me which I thought nothing of. Then his back legs quit working. He was able to crawl with his front for a bit but soon had no strength for that. I realized he was dying. He must have hurt himself internally from the bad jump even in if it was just six foot, his belly hit the dirt first.
I was deciding what to do, knowing vets won't treat him without money down and I had only $2. His condition quickly worsened with lots of meowing (he only meows in the bath) then weird breathing. He kept reaching at me claws extended and mouth opened and I started wondering if he could have rabies instead (it causes paralyzed limbs). I wrapped him in a towel so he couldn't scratch me or his brother just in case and was preparing to take him to the vet. I hoped I could get a free consultation if nothing else. But it was too late. He started shaking and he opened his mouth and he's tongue was shoot around all crazy like. Then three deep breathes. Then he shot his head towards my face, mouth sill open and I jumped back thinking he was trying to bite me, then he was dead. He had tried to reach me one last time and I jerked away. I watched the clear film of his eyes start to disolve and then carried him feel into the Forrest and laid him under a tree.
I was mean to him his last night. I put him on that branch directly resulting in his death. And I jerked back and was afraid to touch him during his final moments as he tried to reach me. I didn't even let him sleep with me his last night on Earth. I caused his death over a little bedwetting accident. I never thought he would jump and not use his legs for landing. I don't see what else could have killed him.
I
Stormy deserved better than me and now his brother is all alone.
Please tell me, is there anyway I am wrong? Could he have failed to land such a short jump because he was already dying? Could that be why he wet the bed twice the night before his death? Or did I kill my cat setting him on that 6 foot high branch for 30 seconds?
I don't know what to do.