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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So Many Cats:Chapter Five
Matthias and Maestro (RB) - Our friend Nick was also involved with our
getting Matthias and Maestro in a round about way. We were standing talking with him at the flea market one day, and a lady came up to Nick and asked if he wanted two kittens. The mother had had four kittens; two males and two females (which were already spoken for). Nick already had two, pointed to me, and told her that I was the person to talk to (gee, thanks Nick g) She told me they were six weeks old, and both male. She had noticed that one of the males had balance problems, so had taken him to her vet, who told her he had CH (Cerebellar Hypoplasia. Sight unseen, Graeme and I decided we wanted to adopt this little one with :special needs;. Ha! Little did we know. When we went to pick the little guy up, his brother kept walking up Graeme・s pant leg and onto his knee. He・s pet him for a bit, and then put him down. He・d climb right up again. It was so cute! We talked about it for a bit, then Graeme decided that maybe we should take him too, as a buddy for the special needs boy. Little did he know that my mind was already made up. As soon as I saw the two of them together, I knew there was no way we・d be leaving with only one. g Matthias (CH) and Maestro settled in well, and had both Willow and Marble as pretend mothers. We quickly learned that Matthias wasn・t special needs at all. The first time he got to the top of our 5-foot cat tree, I nearly lost it. I thought he was going to kill himself, but he managed to jump down from the top and land safely. I seriously thought about getting him a crash helmet. I researched CH on the net, and learned that Matthias was considered moderate, and that his brain functioned normally. It was his motor skills that were lacking. We knew we had adopted one cat with issues, but we thought Maestro (RB) was normal. This past January, we were sitting in the living room, and heard a cat making a horrible sound under Graeme・s chair. I looked under and saw Maestro, thinking he had somehow got caught under there. Graeme lifted up the chair and I got Maestro out. He looked awful, and continued making this horrible sound. We rushed him to the emergency vet hospital, and had to leave him there so they could keep an eye on him. When I called the next day, they told me he had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, a genetic condition where the heart muscle thickens abnormally. We were told that his condition was severe, and that with treatment, we could :maybe; prolong his life for three months or so. We asked ourselves what that three months would be like for him, and decided that the best thing to do would be to let him go, and not prolong his suffering. When I called my vet, asking if there was something I should have noticed that would have helped us find this out earlier, and maybe eased his suffering a little, the vet told me that there was nothing I could have done. Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy is known in the veterinary speak as the :silent killer;. I am now watching Matthias like a hawk, and missing Maestro terribly. |
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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So Many
On Apr 17, 5:06 pm, wrote:
Matthias and Maestro (RB) - Our friend Nick was also involved with our getting Matthias and Maestro in a round about way. We were standing talking with him at the flea market one day, and a lady came up to Nick and asked if he wanted two kittens. The mother had had four kittens; two males and two females (which were already spoken for). Nick already had two, pointed to me, and told her that I was the person to talk to (gee, thanks Nick g) She told me they were six weeks old, and both male. She had noticed that one of the males had balance problems, so had taken him to her vet, who told her he had CH (Cerebellar Hypoplasia. Sight unseen, Graeme and I decided we wanted to adopt this little one with :special needs;. Ha! Little did we know. When we went to pick the little guy up, his brother kept walking up Graeme・s pant leg and onto his knee. He・s pet him for a bit, and then put him down. He・d climb right up again. It was so cute! We talked about it for a bit, then Graeme decided that maybe we should take him too, as a buddy for the special needs boy. Little did he know that my mind was already made up. As soon as I saw the two of them together, I knew there was no way we・d be leaving with only one. g Matthias (CH) and Maestro settled in well, and had both Willow and Marble as pretend mothers. We quickly learned that Matthias wasn・t special needs at all. The first time he got to the top of our 5-foot cat tree, I nearly lost it. I thought he was going to kill himself, but he managed to jump down from the top and land safely. I seriously thought about getting him a crash helmet. I researched CH on the net, and learned that Matthias was considered moderate, and that his brain functioned normally. It was his motor skills that were lacking. We knew we had adopted one cat with issues, but we thought Maestro (RB) was normal. This past January, we were sitting in the living room, and heard a cat making a horrible sound under Graeme・s chair. I looked under and saw Maestro, thinking he had somehow got caught under there. Graeme lifted up the chair and I got Maestro out. He looked awful, and continued making this horrible sound. We rushed him to the emergency vet hospital, and had to leave him there so they could keep an eye on him. When I called the next day, they told me he had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, a genetic condition where the heart muscle thickens abnormally. We were told that his condition was severe, and that with treatment, we could :maybe; prolong his life for three months or so. We asked ourselves what that three months would be like for him, and decided that the best thing to do would be to let him go, and not prolong his suffering. When I called my vet, asking if there was something I should have noticed that would have helped us find this out earlier, and maybe eased his suffering a little, the vet told me that there was nothing I could have done. Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy is known in the veterinary speak as the :silent killer;. I am now watching Matthias like a hawk, and missing Maestro terribly. Oh, pour Anti an Mathias an Unca Graem. Butted da boykitty iz waitin four all uv yoo an hiz hart iz fine. Hee mite be playin wiff myown sun Winnie an da frenz Winnie hass mad sinse hee gotted dere. In da sunshin wiff no bad stuff or pane. Yoor storee tutch r harts ann I speek four da howse. -- Maggy May Cuddleseep is speshul Effery ower counz az too. An cuddleseep is gud four yoo. |
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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So Many Cats: Chapter Five
On Thursday 17 April 2008 19:48, Will in New Haven wrote:
On Apr 17, 5:06 pm, wrote: Matthias and Maestro (RB) - Our friend Nick was also involved with our getting Matthias and Maestro in a round about way. We were standing talking with him at the flea market one day, and a lady came up to Nick and asked if he wanted two kittens. The mother had had four kittens; two males and two females (which were already spoken for). Nick already had two, pointed to me, and told her that I was the person to talk to (gee, thanks Nick g) She told me they were six weeks old, and both male. She had noticed that one of the males had balance problems, so had taken him to her vet, who told her he had CH (Cerebellar Hypoplasia. Sight unseen, Graeme and I decided we wanted to adopt this little one with special needs. Ha! Little did we know. When we went to pick the little guy up, his brother kept walking up Graemes pant leg and onto his knee. Hes pet him for a bit, and then put him down. Hed climb right up again. It was so cute! We talked about it for a bit, then Graeme decided that maybe we should take him too, as a buddy for the special needs boy. Little did he know that my mind was already made up. As soon as I saw the two of them together, I knew there was no way wed be leaving with only one. g Matthias (CH) and Maestro settled in well, and had both Willow and Marble as pretend mothers. We quickly learned that Matthias wasnt special needs at all. The first time he got to the top of our 5-foot cat tree, I nearly lost it. I thought he was going to kill himself, but he managed to jump down from the top and land safely. I seriously thought about getting him a crash helmet. I researched CH on the net, and learned that Matthias was considered moderate, and that his brain functioned normally. It was his motor skills that were lacking. We knew we had adopted one cat with issues, but we thought Maestro (RB) was normal. This past January, we were sitting in the living room, and heard a cat making a horrible sound under Graemes chair. I looked under and saw Maestro, thinking he had somehow got caught under there. Graeme lifted up the chair and I got Maestro out. He looked awful, and continued making this horrible sound. We rushed him to the emergency vet hospital, and had to leave him there so they could keep an eye on him. When I called the next day, they told me he had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, a genetic condition where the heart muscle thickens abnormally. We were told that his condition was severe, and that with treatment, we could maybe prolong his life for three months or so. We asked ourselves what that three months would be like for him, and decided that the best thing to do would be to let him go, and not prolong his suffering. When I called my vet, asking if there was something I should have noticed that would have helped us find this out earlier, and maybe eased his suffering a little, the vet told me that there was nothing I could have done. Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy is known in the veterinary speak as the silent killer. I am now watching Matthias like a hawk, and missing Maestro terribly. Oh, pour Anti an Mathias an Unca Graem. Butted da boykitty iz waitin four all uv yoo an hiz hart iz fine. Hee mite be playin wiff myown sun Winnie an da frenz Winnie hass mad sinse hee gotted dere. In da sunshin wiff no bad stuff or pane. Yoor storee tutch r harts ann I speek four da howse. -- Maggy May Cuddleseep is speshul Effery ower counz az too. An cuddleseep is gud four yoo. Maggie May speaks my mind. You have looked aftrer so meny kitties, Anti- Heather, that some are bound to have left for da Bridj. But all uv them have had their lives enriched by yu and that is sumtin tu be glad and pround about! We miss owr Diana & Ryan but Fred & I are happy that you r luukin after them. We no you will watch them carefully, and it let usses get on with the things we has tu do. Cinnamon -- Peace, Fred |
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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So Many
On Apr 17, 7:48*pm, Will in New Haven
wrote: On Apr 17, 5:06 pm, wrote: Matthias and Maestro (RB) - Our friend Nick was also involved with our getting Matthias and Maestro in a round about way. *We were standing talking with him at the flea market one day, and a lady came up to Nick and asked if he wanted two kittens. The mother had had four kittens; two males and two females (which were already spoken for). Nick *already had two, pointed to me, and told her that I was the person to talk to (gee, thanks Nick g) She told me they were six weeks old, and both male. *She had noticed that one of the males had balance problems, so had taken him to her vet, who told her he had CH (Cerebellar Hypoplasia. *Sight unseen, Graeme and I decided we wanted to adopt this little one with special needs. *Ha! *Little did we know. When we went to pick the little guy up, his brother kept walking up Graemes pant leg and onto his knee. *Hes pet him for a bit, and then put him down. *Hed climb right up again. *It was so cute! *We talked about it for a bit, then Graeme decided that maybe we should take him too, as a buddy for the special needs boy. *Little did he know that my mind was already made up. *As soon as I saw the two of them together, I knew there was no way wed be leaving with only one. g Matthias (CH) and Maestro settled in well, and had both Willow and Marble as pretend mothers. *We quickly learned that Matthias wasnt special needs at all. *The first time he got to the top of our 5-foot cat tree, I nearly lost it. *I thought he was going to kill himself, but he managed to jump down from the top and land safely. *I seriously thought about getting him a crash helmet. *I researched CH on the net, and learned that Matthias was considered moderate, and that his brain functioned normally. *It was his motor skills that were lacking. We knew we had adopted one cat with issues, but we thought Maestro (RB) was normal. *This past January, we were sitting in the living room, and heard a cat making a horrible sound under Graemes chair. *I looked under and saw Maestro, thinking he had somehow got caught under there. *Graeme lifted up the chair and I got Maestro out. *He looked awful, and continued making this horrible sound. We rushed him to the emergency vet hospital, and had to leave him there so they could keep an eye on him. *When I called the next day, they told me he had hypertrophic *cardiomyopathy, a genetic condition where the heart muscle thickens abnormally. *We were told that his condition was severe, and that with treatment, we could maybe prolong his life for three months or so. *We asked ourselves what that three months would be like for him, and decided that the best thing to do would be to let him go, and not prolong his suffering. When I called my vet, asking if there was something I should have noticed that would have helped us find this out earlier, and maybe eased his suffering a little, the vet told me that there was nothing I could have done. *Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy is known in the veterinary speak as the silent killer. *I am now watching Matthias like a hawk, and missing Maestro terribly. Oh, pour Anti an Mathias an Unca Graem. Butted da boykitty iz waitin four all uv yoo an hiz hart iz fine. Hee mite be playin wiff myown sun Winnie an da frenz Winnie hass mad sinse hee gotted dere. In da sunshin wiff no bad stuff or pane. Yoor storee tutch r harts ann I speek four da howse. -- Maggy May Cuddleseep is speshul Effery ower counz az too. An cuddleseep is gud four yoo.- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Thank you Maggy May; we appreciate your condolences. I'm sure by now he's met Winnie and all the others. I'm sure he's met liddle Zo辿 and Vinnie too. He didn't get a chance to meet them while he was here. The Rainbow Bridge must be a wonderful place. Anti Heather |
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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So Many
On Apr 17, 8:39 pm, Fred wrote:
On Thursday 17 April 2008 19:48, Will in New Haven wrote: On Apr 17, 5:06 pm, wrote: Matthias and Maestro (RB) - Our friend Nick was also involved with our getting Matthias and Maestro in a round about way. We were standing talking with him at the flea market one day, and a lady came up to Nick and asked if he wanted two kittens. The mother had had four kittens; two males and two females (which were already spoken for). Nick already had two, pointed to me, and told her that I was the person to talk to (gee, thanks Nick g) She told me they were six weeks old, and both male. She had noticed that one of the males had balance problems, so had taken him to her vet, who told her he had CH (Cerebellar Hypoplasia. Sight unseen, Graeme and I decided we wanted to adopt this little one with "special needs". Ha! Little did we know. When we went to pick the little guy up, his brother kept walking up Graeme's pant leg and onto his knee. He's pet him for a bit, and then put him down. He'd climb right up again. It was so cute! We talked about it for a bit, then Graeme decided that maybe we should take him too, as a buddy for the special needs boy. Little did he know that my mind was already made up. As soon as I saw the two of them together, I knew there was no way we'd be leaving with only one. g Matthias (CH) and Maestro settled in well, and had both Willow and Marble as pretend mothers. We quickly learned that Matthias wasn't special needs at all. The first time he got to the top of our 5-foot cat tree, I nearly lost it. I thought he was going to kill himself, but he managed to jump down from the top and land safely. I seriously thought about getting him a crash helmet. I researched CH on the net, and learned that Matthias was considered moderate, and that his brain functioned normally. It was his motor skills that were lacking. We knew we had adopted one cat with issues, but we thought Maestro (RB) was normal. This past January, we were sitting in the living room, and heard a cat making a horrible sound under Graeme's chair. I looked under and saw Maestro, thinking he had somehow got caught under there. Graeme lifted up the chair and I got Maestro out. He looked awful, and continued making this horrible sound. We rushed him to the emergency vet hospital, and had to leave him there so they could keep an eye on him. When I called the next day, they told me he had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, a genetic condition where the heart muscle thickens abnormally. We were told that his condition was severe, and that with treatment, we could "maybe" prolong his life for three months or so. We asked ourselves what that three months would be like for him, and decided that the best thing to do would be to let him go, and not prolong his suffering. When I called my vet, asking if there was something I should have noticed that would have helped us find this out earlier, and maybe eased his suffering a little, the vet told me that there was nothing I could have done. Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy is known in the veterinary speak as the "silent killer". I am now watching Matthias like a hawk, and missing Maestro terribly. Oh, pour Anti an Mathias an Unca Graem. Butted da boykitty iz waitin four all uv yoo an hiz hart iz fine. Hee mite be playin wiff myown sun Winnie an da frenz Winnie hass mad sinse hee gotted dere. In da sunshin wiff no bad stuff or pane. Yoor storee tutch r harts ann I speek four da howse. -- Maggy May Cuddleseep is speshul Effery ower counz az too. An cuddleseep is gud four yoo. Maggie May speaks my mind. You have looked aftrer so meny kitties, Anti- Heather, that some are bound to have left for da Bridj. But all uv them have had their lives enriched by yu and that is sumtin tu be glad and pround about! We miss owr Diana & Ryan but Fred & I are happy that you r luukin after them. We no you will watch them carefully, and it let usses get on with the things we has tu do. Cinnamon -- Peace, Fred- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Thank you Cinnamon; that's very nice of you. I've done my best to provide each and every kitty that comes into this house with the best home possible. Whether it be permanent or temporary, they are all given the same amount of love and affection. I wouldn't have it any other way. I know both you and Fred miss Diana and Ryan, and I know they miss you too, but I'm sure deep down in their hearts, they know that you will all be back together hopefully soon. I tell them every day that they are just visiting, and that Fred will be coming to get them and take them home. They are both doing very well. Diana spends her days looking out the window at the birds and squirrels. After a couple of hisses, she seems indifferent to the others are in the room with them. Ryan prefers to lie under the couch, usually with one or two others. He seems to enjoy the company. Every night, we have our play and brushing session, which they both seem to enjoy (Ryan in particular). Fred, did you know they like pipe cleaners? I remember you saying that he expects you to go to where he is to pet him. He'll stand still for a minute or two, and then moves to another part of the room, rolls over and exposes that belly of his, and looks at me as if to say "come and get it". Of course, I do. g Today, they four cats visiting them, and all is going well, as I expected it would. There are only a couple here that I think might be a problem, so we're saving them to the last. By that time, Diana and Ryan will have decided who they would like to hang out with once they're out of the room. I find the "badasses" don't seem to bother the others when they're lounging in groups. Anti Heather |
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You're quite welcome sweetie. They're doing very well. I've got the
door to their room open today, and Diana has taken the grand tour. Ryan hasn't ventured outside the room yet, but I'm sure he will. Of course, I'll leave the two of them in there overnight by themselves. Anti Heather On Apr 18, 2:11*pm, Booker wrote: Anti Heatfur, Fangu fur da update on Diana an Ryan. Weze glad to heer der dapting to der new digz. Booker wrote: Thank you Cinnamon; that's very nice of you. *I've done my best to provide each and every kitty that comes into this house with the best home possible. *Whether it be permanent or temporary, they are all given the same amount of love and affection. *I wouldn't have it any other way. I know both you and Fred miss Diana and Ryan, and I know they miss you too, but I'm sure deep down in their hearts, they know that you will all be back together hopefully soon. *I tell them every day that they are just visiting, and that Fred will be coming to get them and take them home. They are both doing very well. *Diana spends her days looking out the window at the birds and squirrels. *After a couple of hisses, she seems indifferent to the others are in the room with them. *Ryan prefers to lie under the couch, usually with one or two others. *He seems to enjoy the company. Every night, we have our play and brushing session, which they both seem to enjoy (Ryan in particular). *Fred, did you know they like pipe cleaners? *I remember you saying that he expects you to go to where he is to pet him. *He'll stand still for a minute or two, and then moves to another part of the room, rolls over and exposes that belly of his, and looks at me as if to say "come and get it". Of course, I do. g Today, they four cats visiting them, and all is going well, as I expected it would. *There are only a couple here that I think might be a problem, so we're saving them to the last. *By that time, Diana and Ryan will have decided who they would like to hang out with once they're out of the room. *I find the "badasses" don't seem to bother the others when they're lounging in groups. Anti Heather- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - |
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On Apr 18, 2:32*pm, wrote:
You're quite welcome sweetie. *They're doing very well. *I've got the door to their room open today, and Diana has taken the grand tour. Ryan hasn't ventured outside the room yet, but I'm sure he will. *Of course, I'll leave the two of them in there overnight by themselves. Wen WooToo moofd intoo diss hows too liv wiff Uncl Bill, I hadded too tak a furm stan oar shee wud haff stayded in dat rum an neffur bisited wiff anee ub usses. Da Uncl Bill wuz goin to LETT hur juss stay in dat rum coz shee wuz skared ub usses. Butted I wen in der an jus WOOKED at hur an purreded wile she hissed at mee an spitted an calld mee namez. Butted I wuz not scared becuz Uncl Bill woont let mee get hurted. Hee tookd mee outta da rum affur awile butted I wood gew bak in an try agan an agan. Affur wile, shee got tired ub beein meen an den wee becam frenz. An shee is now frenz wiff efferycat in da houss. She iss frenz wiff Bear, da d*g, aldo shee iz still caushus becuz hee is sew hoomonguz. Hee IZ kwite big an has his owen grabity feeld. Shee still wikes too stay in da wun rum butted wee bisick her an haff treets an play ann haff slumbur parteez. I don' fink she wikes da parrutz mutch butted I don eever. -- Maggy May Da widdle kittez iz gud, dey allus do wut dey shud. Da bigbig d*ggee iz gud too. He allus do wut he shud do. |
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On Apr 18, 11:53*am, wrote:
shreddificated... I find the "badasses" don't seem to bother the others when they're lounging in groups. Anti Heather Yu haf badasses, Anti Heather? Whut, 'zackly ar doze?? Du dey hurtz? UB ~ I give you permission to explain that to him, Heather. He's over the age of ten, so he's a big boy now. ;-P --- Onyx, strangely curious... |
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