Huey got me back

Mandy gave Huey a flea and tick bath yesterday that ended in an upset
cat and Mandy at the ER getting a cat bite taken care of. No stitches
or shots to her relief, but antibiotics and thick bandages on her left
thumb for a while.

I knew that Huey was going to get Mandy back, and was waiting to see
what he was going to do to her. Instead the two of them forgave each
other right away. I was perplexed and pleased at the same time.

At ten pm I was climbing into bed and needed to move Huey, who was
sleeping draped on my side of the bed and with his head on my favorite
gooshy pillow that I usually go to sleep hugging. Ok, we've done this
before, I gently move Huey, he gives me that "you're so lucky I'm such a
nice cat" look and settles down where I place him.

Not this time. I pick him up and he is totally limp. No eye movement,
no leg, tail, or paw movement. His chest doesn't move. MY GOD, HUEY'S
NOT BREATHING!!! I hell for Rob and start chest compressions. Rob
dashes into the room and laughs I'm so busy giving Huey's chest massages
that I don't see that his tail is moving in time to the compressions. I
stop, lay the little guy down on the gooshy pillow and he slowly opens
his eyes and then winks at me.

It was Huey's first b*st*rd cat trick and it was a doozy.

Pam S. still a little shook up

"Tanada" wrote in message
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Mandy gave Huey a flea and tick bath yesterday that ended in an upset cat
and Mandy at the ER getting a cat bite taken care of. No stitches or
shots to her relief, but antibiotics and thick bandages on her left thumb
for a while.

I knew that Huey was going to get Mandy back, and was waiting to see what
he was going to do to her. Instead the two of them forgave each other
right away. I was perplexed and pleased at the same time.

At ten pm I was climbing into bed and needed to move Huey, who was
sleeping draped on my side of the bed and with his head on my favorite
gooshy pillow that I usually go to sleep hugging. Ok, we've done this
before, I gently move Huey, he gives me that "you're so lucky I'm such a
nice cat" look and settles down where I place him.

Not this time. I pick him up and he is totally limp. No eye movement, no
leg, tail, or paw movement. His chest doesn't move. MY GOD, HUEY'S NOT
BREATHING!!! I hell for Rob and start chest compressions. Rob dashes
into the room and laughs I'm so busy giving Huey's chest massages that I
don't see that his tail is moving in time to the compressions. I stop,
lay the little guy down on the gooshy pillow and he slowly opens his eyes
and then winks at me.

It was Huey's first b*st*rd cat trick and it was a doozy.

See, its all in the timing.

Jake

Tanada wrote:
Mandy gave Huey a flea and tick bath yesterday that ended in an upset
cat and Mandy at the ER getting a cat bite taken care of. No stitches
or shots to her relief, but antibiotics and thick bandages on her left
thumb for a while.

I knew that Huey was going to get Mandy back, and was waiting to see
what he was going to do to her. Instead the two of them forgave each
other right away. I was perplexed and pleased at the same time.

At ten pm I was climbing into bed and needed to move Huey, who was
sleeping draped on my side of the bed and with his head on my favorite
gooshy pillow that I usually go to sleep hugging. Ok, we've done this
before, I gently move Huey, he gives me that "you're so lucky I'm
such a nice cat" look and settles down where I place him.

Not this time. I pick him up and he is totally limp. No eye
movement, no leg, tail, or paw movement. His chest doesn't move. MY
GOD, HUEY'S NOT BREATHING!!! I hell for Rob and start chest
compressions. Rob dashes into the room and laughs I'm so busy giving
Huey's chest massages that I don't see that his tail is moving in
time to the compressions. I stop, lay the little guy down on the
gooshy pillow and he slowly opens his eyes and then winks at me.

It was Huey's first b*st*rd cat trick and it was a doozy.

Pam S. still a little shook up

Thanks for the laugh, Pam, I needed that. :-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart.
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

Tanada wrote:
Mandy gave Huey a flea and tick bath yesterday that ended in an upset
cat and Mandy at the ER getting a cat bite taken care of. No stitches
or shots to her relief, but antibiotics and thick bandages on her left
thumb for a while.

I knew that Huey was going to get Mandy back, and was waiting to see
what he was going to do to her. Instead the two of them forgave each
other right away. I was perplexed and pleased at the same time.

At ten pm I was climbing into bed and needed to move Huey, who was
sleeping draped on my side of the bed and with his head on my favorite
gooshy pillow that I usually go to sleep hugging. Ok, we've done this
before, I gently move Huey, he gives me that "you're so lucky I'm such a
nice cat" look and settles down where I place him.

Not this time. I pick him up and he is totally limp. No eye movement,
no leg, tail, or paw movement. His chest doesn't move. MY GOD, HUEY'S
NOT BREATHING!!! I hell for Rob and start chest compressions. Rob
dashes into the room and laughs I'm so busy giving Huey's chest massages
that I don't see that his tail is moving in time to the compressions. I
stop, lay the little guy down on the gooshy pillow and he slowly opens
his eyes and then winks at me.

It was Huey's first b*st*rd cat trick and it was a doozy.

Pam S. still a little shook up

Oh! Yoda did that to me one time! I really thought he was comotose or
dead. Why do they DO that? Do you think they're just sleeping really
deeply or what? I even *shook* him and he was still limp at first.

Sherry

wrote:
Tanada wrote:
Mandy gave Huey a flea and tick bath yesterday that ended in an upset
cat and Mandy at the ER getting a cat bite taken care of. No
stitches or shots to her relief, but antibiotics and thick bandages
on her left thumb for a while.

I knew that Huey was going to get Mandy back, and was waiting to see
what he was going to do to her. Instead the two of them forgave each
other right away. I was perplexed and pleased at the same time.

At ten pm I was climbing into bed and needed to move Huey, who was
sleeping draped on my side of the bed and with his head on my
favorite gooshy pillow that I usually go to sleep hugging. Ok,
we've done this before, I gently move Huey, he gives me that "you're
so lucky I'm such a nice cat" look and settles down where I place
him.

Not this time. I pick him up and he is totally limp. No eye
movement, no leg, tail, or paw movement. His chest doesn't move.
MY GOD, HUEY'S NOT BREATHING!!! I hell for Rob and start chest
compressions. Rob dashes into the room and laughs I'm so busy
giving Huey's chest massages that I don't see that his tail is
moving in time to the compressions. I stop, lay the little guy down
on the gooshy pillow and he slowly opens his eyes and then winks at
me.

It was Huey's first b*st*rd cat trick and it was a doozy.

Pam S. still a little shook up

Oh! Yoda did that to me one time! I really thought he was comatose or
dead. Why do they DO that? Do you think they're just sleeping really
deeply or what? I even *shook* him and he was still limp at first.

Sherry

Ivy (RB) did that while she had CRF... I really did think she was dead,
since she was ill. It was in the wee hours of the morning and she was in
bed with us. I was used to petting her in the night, and she would start
purring. This time she didn't. Scared the bejeezus outta me. Had to shake
her *three* times before she woke with the startled "huh? whassup" look on
her face! I told her "Don't *do* that Ivy, you scared me!", and continued
the pettins, and she started up her purr-motor (and for such a tiny thing,
she could be loud when she wanted to!

Tanada skrev i meddelandet ...
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Not this time. I pick him up and he is totally limp. No eye movement,
no leg, tail, or paw movement. His chest doesn't move. MY GOD, HUEY'S
NOT BREATHING!!! I hell for Rob and start chest compressions. Rob
dashes into the room and laughs I'm so busy giving Huey's chest massages
that I don't see that his tail is moving in time to the compressions. I
stop, lay the little guy down on the gooshy pillow and he slowly opens
his eyes and then winks at me.

It was Huey's first b*st*rd cat trick and it was a doozy.

Pam S. still a little shook up

LOL!!!
Elisabet

You know, cats go into deep REM sleep like humans do, their brains
detach from their bodies so they don't start acting out their dreams,
as humans also do...you probably just caught him in REM sleep. Has
anyone ever tried to wake you from REM sleep? Not an easy task!!!


Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
wrote:
Tanada wrote:
Mandy gave Huey a flea and tick bath yesterday that ended in an upset
cat and Mandy at the ER getting a cat bite taken care of. No
stitches or shots to her relief, but antibiotics and thick bandages
on her left thumb for a while.

I knew that Huey was going to get Mandy back, and was waiting to see
what he was going to do to her. Instead the two of them forgave each
other right away. I was perplexed and pleased at the same time.

At ten pm I was climbing into bed and needed to move Huey, who was
sleeping draped on my side of the bed and with his head on my
favorite gooshy pillow that I usually go to sleep hugging. Ok,
we've done this before, I gently move Huey, he gives me that "you're
so lucky I'm such a nice cat" look and settles down where I place
him.

Not this time. I pick him up and he is totally limp. No eye
movement, no leg, tail, or paw movement. His chest doesn't move.
MY GOD, HUEY'S NOT BREATHING!!! I hell for Rob and start chest
compressions. Rob dashes into the room and laughs I'm so busy
giving Huey's chest massages that I don't see that his tail is
moving in time to the compressions. I stop, lay the little guy down
on the gooshy pillow and he slowly opens his eyes and then winks at
me.

It was Huey's first b*st*rd cat trick and it was a doozy.

Pam S. still a little shook up

Oh! Yoda did that to me one time! I really thought he was comatose or
dead. Why do they DO that? Do you think they're just sleeping really
deeply or what? I even *shook* him and he was still limp at first.

Sherry

Ivy (RB) did that while she had CRF... I really did think she was dead,
since she was ill. It was in the wee hours of the morning and she was in
bed with us. I was used to petting her in the night, and she would start
purring. This time she didn't. Scared the bejeezus outta me. Had to shake
her *three* times before she woke with the startled "huh? whassup" look on
her face! I told her "Don't *do* that Ivy, you scared me!", and continued
the pettins, and she started up her purr-motor (and for such a tiny thing,
she could be loud when she wanted to!

"Tanada" wrote in message
nk.net...
Mandy gave Huey a flea and tick bath yesterday that ended in an upset cat
and Mandy at the ER getting a cat bite taken care of. No stitches or
shots to her relief, but antibiotics and thick bandages on her left thumb
for a while.

I knew that Huey was going to get Mandy back, and was waiting to see what
he was going to do to her. Instead the two of them forgave each other
right away. I was perplexed and pleased at the same time.

At ten pm I was climbing into bed and needed to move Huey, who was
sleeping draped on my side of the bed and with his head on my favorite
gooshy pillow that I usually go to sleep hugging. Ok, we've done this
before, I gently move Huey, he gives me that "you're so lucky I'm such a
nice cat" look and settles down where I place him.

Not this time. I pick him up and he is totally limp. No eye movement, no
leg, tail, or paw movement. His chest doesn't move. MY GOD, HUEY'S NOT
BREATHING!!! I hell for Rob and start chest compressions. Rob dashes
into the room and laughs I'm so busy giving Huey's chest massages that I
don't see that his tail is moving in time to the compressions. I stop,
lay the little guy down on the gooshy pillow and he slowly opens his eyes
and then winks at me.

It was Huey's first b*st*rd cat trick and it was a doozy.

Shmogg wishes to welcome Huey into ******* Cats International, and says he
couldn't have done better (which is high praise from Shmogg).

Yowie

wrote:

This does not sound like a trick...are you sure he didn't have a mild
stroke? I have never heard of a cat that would sit there and let you
wail away on his little chest without some kind of physical or verbal
protest, if possible

In another post, the same person wrote:

You know, cats go into deep REM sleep like humans do, their brains
detach from their bodies so they don't start acting out their dreams,
as humans also do...you probably just caught him in REM sleep. Has
anyone ever tried to wake you from REM sleep? Not an easy task!!!

Doesn't these two posts strike you as rather contradictory? Is this a
b*st*rd human trick or something?

Joyce

Tanada wrote:

Not this time. I pick him up and he is totally limp. No eye movement,
no leg, tail, or paw movement. His chest doesn't move. MY GOD, HUEY'S
NOT BREATHING!!! I hell for Rob and start chest compressions. Rob
dashes into the room and laughs I'm so busy giving Huey's chest massages
that I don't see that his tail is moving in time to the compressions. I
stop, lay the little guy down on the gooshy pillow and he slowly opens
his eyes and then winks at me.

It was Huey's first b*st*rd cat trick and it was a doozy.

Eeek! First Rob, now Huey. Does everyone think it's funny to scare you
to death??

Smudge did this once when she was a kitten - about 4 months old. I had
just adopted her, and of course she slept in bed with me every night.

One night I woke up and felt something underneath me. I sat up and saw
Smudge lying on the bed, right under where I had been lying. Now I am not
the most lightweight person on the planet, and I'm certainly quite a bit
heavier than Smudge in any case. She looked *flat*, I mean, two-dimensional,
lying on her side kind of pressed down onto the mattress.

I panicked and started shaking her. Nothing. I called her name, shook her
harder. Still nothing. I was going to dash for the phone and call an
emergency vet, when she started to struggle to her feet, very slowly and
groggily, looking like she was slowly beaming back from another planet.
She didn't even have the wherewithal to give me that "Huh??" look.

I guess she was just in a very deep sleep. Could she have been a bit oxygen-
deprived, being underneath me, and that's why it took her so long to wake
up? If that's true, then if I hadn't woken up at that time, it might have
ended badly, I don't know. Fortunately, she never slept underneath me again,
so I never had to test that theory.

Joyce