Vintage Paw
dead stare and computer glare
I could listen to that all day.
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Vintage Paw
dead stare and computer glare
Imagine a slowed-down version of that bird-chattering, and that's what Peggy does whenever she's happy because of loving attention. Jumps on the bed and gets strokes - 10 minutes of chattering. Climbs on my knee and gets strokes - 10 minutes of chattering. Runs in the bathroom and starts rubbing herself on the floor - 10 minutes of chattering.
Accompanied with a bushy tail (most usually just the base, bottom 2-3 inches... sometimes the whole tail). No idea wtf that's about.
Accompanied with a bushy tail (most usually just the base, bottom 2-3 inches... sometimes the whole tail). No idea wtf that's about.
High Voltage
In the top 97% of Urban's most interesting posters
^^^ That, played through speakers, has just perked Clive's interest - stopped him eating, it did
Casper, on the other hand, barely raised from his slumber
Casper, on the other hand, barely raised from his slumber
trabuquera
Modesty Bag
My beloved loancat had to be pts last week - he'd been losing weight slowly for some time and getting more introverted and less active - was diagnosed with an intestinal growth which was getting larger and would have strangled his bowels completely. No treatment would work 100%; a bowel resection is a hell of an operation to subject a (lively feisty independent) cat to and he might well have had more growths again, and steroids would only have made him feel a bit better temporarily. Was still able to walk, jump, meow, eat, drink and excrete normally, and he still had beautiful lustrous fur - but he was definitely losing his mojo and interest in things which were once his reasons to live (escaping, killing things, bossing his people about, intimidating neighbour cats, eating something different every five minutes, running the streets like a badman). So it was time
I'm gutted - he was the BEST CAT (yes, I know everyone feels this way about their cat) he chose us to come and live with - just turned up eight years ago, neutered, housetrained, but not chipped or collared, aged maybe 2??? and insisted on moving in - no owners anywhere around ever found, and we looked; no idea if he'd got lost in a house move, didn't want to share his home with a baby or other pet, got disoriented around fireworks or what. He was a fearsome 5.5kg bundle of muscle and attitude, with the silkiest softest shiniest fur ever, drooled when he got happy, was stupidly turned on by male smells (would literally fall at the feet of any male visitor and roll around in ecstasy), could break his way out of most cat carriers or barricades built to keep him in or out of any space, had a weird fetish for eating cucumber and a knack for puking whenever and wherever was most annoying at the time
. I was his slave.
for anyone who is having to consider this dilemma: it is really bruising but better dealt with sooner than later and vets will be very, very gentle with you - and the cat. It all happens incredibly quickly - like literally within 5-8 seconds once a catheter's in - and they don't struggle or visibly suffer from the drugs. If you think you can bear your own distress it may be worth seeing them out in their last moments, but if you can't bear it, you can still rest assured that it isn't long-drawn-out or painful for the creature.
goodbye omar, you magnificent bastard...
I'm gutted - he was the BEST CAT (yes, I know everyone feels this way about their cat) he chose us to come and live with - just turned up eight years ago, neutered, housetrained, but not chipped or collared, aged maybe 2??? and insisted on moving in - no owners anywhere around ever found, and we looked; no idea if he'd got lost in a house move, didn't want to share his home with a baby or other pet, got disoriented around fireworks or what. He was a fearsome 5.5kg bundle of muscle and attitude, with the silkiest softest shiniest fur ever, drooled when he got happy, was stupidly turned on by male smells (would literally fall at the feet of any male visitor and roll around in ecstasy), could break his way out of most cat carriers or barricades built to keep him in or out of any space, had a weird fetish for eating cucumber and a knack for puking whenever and wherever was most annoying at the time
. I was his slave.for anyone who is having to consider this dilemma: it is really bruising but better dealt with sooner than later and vets will be very, very gentle with you - and the cat. It all happens incredibly quickly - like literally within 5-8 seconds once a catheter's in - and they don't struggle or visibly suffer from the drugs. If you think you can bear your own distress it may be worth seeing them out in their last moments, but if you can't bear it, you can still rest assured that it isn't long-drawn-out or painful for the creature.
goodbye omar, you magnificent bastard...
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Vintage Paw
dead stare and computer glare
Oh I am so very sorry, trabuquera - how utterly heartbreaking. He sounded like the most magnificent, independent, loving, feisty cat.
From what you wrote, you know you did the right thing, and you're right, it is so difficult to know when it's the right time, but it sounds like you knew that he'd be so very miserable as the illness progressed and no one wanted to see him like that, and a sad ill cat is just one of the most soul destroying things, for human and cat.
It sounds like you had some wonderful times together
From what you wrote, you know you did the right thing, and you're right, it is so difficult to know when it's the right time, but it sounds like you knew that he'd be so very miserable as the illness progressed and no one wanted to see him like that, and a sad ill cat is just one of the most soul destroying things, for human and cat.
It sounds like you had some wonderful times together
Sorry for your loss trabuquera
Mogden
I like tea
Sorry about your loss trabuquera. A fine looking feline sadly gone.
Puddy_Tat
naturally fluffy
Bakunin
I am Noodle's bitch.
Think of this as an administrative and bureaucratic advantage.
Except when he then deposits himself in the newly-cleared space and refuses to move, obviously.
trabuquera
Modesty Bag
thanks to all for your sympathy. one thing to add: the pic doesn't do him justice, he was at least twice that length ... there must be some sort of telescopic effect going on 
- he was a proper long cat, nearly 5' from paw to paw when he decided to stretch across a bed (he'd nearly reach the sides of a standard double 
). And he was an expert-level bed blocker.
Remember to take as many silly kitteh pics as you can, while you can (and post them here, obviously)- I've got some good ones of him, but not nearly enough and none showing his full long cat effect, because being so inky he was really hard to photograph. Really my only regret.
- he was a proper long cat, nearly 5' from paw to paw when he decided to stretch across a bed (he'd nearly reach the sides of a standard double ). And he was an expert-level bed blocker. Remember to take as many silly kitteh pics as you can, while you can (and post them here, obviously)- I've got some good ones of him, but not nearly enough and none showing his full long cat effect, because being so inky he was really hard to photograph. Really my only regret.
J Ed
Follow Back Pro Expropriation
My beloved loancat had to be pts last week - he'd been losing weight slowly for some time and getting more introverted and less active - was diagnosed with an intestinal growth which was getting larger and would have strangled his bowels completely. No treatment would work 100%; a bowel resection is a hell of an operation to subject a (lively feisty independent) cat to and he might well have had more growths again, and steroids would only have made him feel a bit better temporarily. Was still able to walk, jump, meow, eat, drink and excrete normally, and he still had beautiful lustrous fur - but he was definitely losing his mojo and interest in things which were once his reasons to live (escaping, killing things, bossing his people about, intimidating neighbour cats, eating something different every five minutes, running the streets like a badman). So it was time
I'm gutted - he was the BEST CAT (yes, I know everyone feels this way about their cat) he chose us to come and live with - just turned up eight years ago, neutered, housetrained, but not chipped or collared, aged maybe 2??? and insisted on moving in - no owners anywhere around ever found, and we looked; no idea if he'd got lost in a house move, didn't want to share his home with a baby or other pet, got disoriented around fireworks or what. He was a fearsome 5.5kg bundle of muscle and attitude, with the silkiest softest shiniest fur ever, drooled when he got happy, was stupidly turned on by male smells (would literally fall at the feet of any male visitor and roll around in ecstasy), could break his way out of most cat carriers or barricades built to keep him in or out of any space, had a weird fetish for eating cucumber and a knack for puking whenever and wherever was most annoying at the time
for anyone who is having to consider this dilemma: it is really bruising but better dealt with sooner than later and vets will be very, very gentle with you - and the cat. It all happens incredibly quickly - like literally within 5-8 seconds once a catheter's in - and they don't struggle or visibly suffer from the drugs. If you think you can bear your own distress it may be worth seeing them out in their last moments, but if you can't bear it, you can still rest assured that it isn't long-drawn-out or painful for the creature.
goodbye omar, you magnificent bastard...
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I am sorry to hear about Omar, he really is a fine looking cat and the amount you cared for him really comes across in the way you write about him.
Sorry to hear about Omar - he looks like a magnificent beast, and clearly had a touch of the panther. Your description of him is lovely. Having them pts to sleep is always awful. The only time I have ever seen Mr Tikki cry was when he was holding Cilla (a much smaller version of Omar) when she was given the injection.
StoneRoad
heckling from the back!
So sorry to read about Omar ((( trabuquera ))) - keep on with the happy memories, I know exactly what you mean with taking all the piccies you can at every opportunity.
Schmetterling
I saw something nasty in the woodshed!
One of the fuckers has just been sick from the top of a 6' wardrobe. Onto carpet.
If I leave it for long enough one of them might eat it...
If I leave it for long enough one of them might eat it...
Mogden
I like tea
Almost always my plan
My excuse is I don't like picking it up when it's warm and usually gone, save for a wipe with anti-bac, when I go back.
Vintage Paw
dead stare and computer glare
I've never known cats to eat their own (or other cats') vom. I know dogs will do that, but never seen a cat do it. I have always clearly lived with a better class of feline
Mogden
I like tea
Mine are definitely mine. Moma eats just about anything and so do the kids[emoji14]We're common as muck 'ere. *wipes nose on sleeve*I've never known cats to eat their own (or other cats') vom. I know dogs will do that, but never seen a cat do it. I have always clearly lived with a better class of feline
CRI
Registered Chooser
Won't mention who, but someone quite frequently manages to lunge onto the toilet seat before you get a chance to sit down. Very disconcerting to feel that firm fluffiness when you're about to sit on the thone!
CRI
Registered Chooser
So sorry to hear about Omar trabuquera
High Voltage
In the top 97% of Urban's most interesting posters
Won't mention who, but someone quite frequently manages to lunge onto the toilet seat before you get a chance to sit down. Very disconcerting to feel that firm fluffiness when you're about to sit on the thone!
With respect CRI your domestic pet situation does leave us all with several potential avenues to explore here
Puddy_Tat
naturally fluffy
Won't mention who, but someone quite frequently manages to lunge onto the toilet seat before you get a chance to sit down. Very disconcerting to feel that firm fluffiness when you're about to sit on the thone!
When I lived with mogs, I did draw the line at letting them join me in the bog. Or in the bedroom if I had (ahem) company
Although meow meow scratch scratch at the door could be kinda off-putting in both circumstances.
Colin likes to lie on humans like this, just in case he isn't getting sufficient attention already
Eta that pic shows his developing belly and expanding girth quite well
Eta that pic shows his developing belly and expanding girth quite well
Is this going to be your excuse when you get caught out doing that Richard Gere hamster thingWon't mention who, but someone quite frequently manages to lunge onto the toilet seat before you get a chance to sit down. Very disconcerting to feel that firm fluffiness when you're about to sit on the thone!
Schmetterling
I saw something nasty in the woodshed!
Vom update + further details
Munched back up less than five minutes after incident.
I saw her - pretty sure it was Lotte - doing the Hnnng Hnnng Hnnng but knew that I if I rushed to pick her off the wardrobe I would maybe frighten her and very probably - by having to hold her by her fwuffy tummy - ... well, it would have landed on me.
Quite fascinating, I saw a long brown string of sick.
Munched back up less than five minutes after incident.
I saw her - pretty sure it was Lotte - doing the Hnnng Hnnng Hnnng but knew that I if I rushed to pick her off the wardrobe I would maybe frighten her and very probably - by having to hold her by her fwuffy tummy - ... well, it would have landed on me.
Quite fascinating, I saw a long brown string of sick.
Vintage Paw
dead stare and computer glare
"This is where I sleep now, human."
On my chair, behind me, balanced precariously on the pillows I stack behind me for my back.
Ms T
Honey-coloured ramparts
Carpet is a bit unsteady on his legs and will quite often stumble and fall over. I'm not sure whether to be worried or not. He's eating fine, is well in himself and alert and affectionate. He also has a "mad half hour" in the mornings which involves dashing around at full speed.
