CAT-astrophe
Posted By Kristabella on April 14, 2010
I had planned on writing last night and sharing my photos and the awesomeness that was my trip to Houston. But I came home and I had to spend the most of my evening cleaning up cat puke.
As I’ve mentioned here before, my cats like to puke. They use this as punishment because they know how much I hate to clean it up. So it is not odd to find piles of cat puke when I get home from work. But last night was a bit different. There was quite a but of it and it was all liquid and bright yellow.
After I cleaned up the messes and fixed myself some dinner, I noticed that Kitty Kitty was the one doing all the puking. And she was really kind of struggling and dry heaving. And then I noticed she hadn’t eaten anything. That was when I started to become a little concerned.
As the night progressed, she got more and more lethargic. And if you’ve met Kitty Kitty, you know she’s anything but lethargic. She’s a big hyper furball. When I could even get her off the couch with the promise of treats, I got really concerned.
But this is where kids and pets differ, I would imagine. I could have gone to the Emergency Vet right then. I looked one up. But I knew it was going to cost me a fortune. And in the back of my mind I thought “she’s been like this before. She’s a puker!” So I decided that since I was working from home today, I would call the vet first thing and get her in there sometime today.
Kitty Kitty hates to be held. She will squirm and squeal until you let her down. But as I was going to bed last night, I figured it was better if she slept with me and not on the couch. So I picked her up to bring her into my bed with me. She didn’t even flinch. She just went along with it. I was half-convinced I was going to wake up to a dead cat body.
She made it through the night. The carpet in the bedroom wasn’t as lucky, as it was the recipient of most of her puking. I got us an appointment at 1:30 and then I just spent most of the morning watching her, clearly not feeling well, and assuming the worst. And then I started crying! She’s my baby kitty! I can’t lose her! I was convinced it was BAD!
Long story short because OHMAHGAWD I have spent an entire post (and over 400 words according to WordPress’s word count) talking about my cat! It is no wonder I am single! Anyway, the vet didn’t find anything wrong. They gave her some fluids and took some blood to make sure it isn’t anything serious. I also got some tummy medicine for her that should calm the acid in her stomach. Because apparently I’m not the only one in this household to get attention for acid reflux. This bitch is totally copying me!
Or Rhi mentioned she might be worried about her weight. Which could have some truth to it as she tried numerous times to jump off the scale in the vet’s office before it could read her weight. Guess I should stop feeding her so many treats.
(Seriously? A whole post about my cat? What has come over me?)
So she’s better. I’m better. I don’t know how parents of HUMANS do it because my stomach was a mess all day today worrying about her. Maybe it is better if I don’t have kids.
And poor Simba was waiting right by the door when we got home from the vet because I don’t think he knows what to do with the whole house to himself.
(You know my friend Melissa asked me to go out for drinks tonight. I really should have gone. Maybe I could have had something more interesting to write about. Or at the very least NOT used “my cat is sick” as an excuse. Seriously, just hand me the Old Maid card now. Game. Over.)
But I am really glad she’s OK. And thank you to all my Twitter and FB pals who were with me on this harrowing journey. She may be a puker, but I do kind of love having her around.
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Kitty is pretty awesome because not only did she get you back for going out of town by puking all over your apartment she also got you to take her on a field trip to the vet AND spend money. Girlfriend can work it!
You may have just written an entire post about your cat, but I must say I was getting really worried about her while reading it. I have an amazing puking cat, too… and all I could think of was my Spazzy Girl and how sad I’d be if anything happened to her. So glad Kitty Kitty’s OK!
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Oh, I’m so glad she’s OK! I know all too well that horrible helpless feeling you get when a pet is sick (and also that “I wonder if I’ll have to remortgage to pay for this?” feeling): really happy to hear she’s feeling better!
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I’m glad there’s nothing serious wrong with her. Hopefully the kitty antacids will work.
I am so sorry and I’m happy to hear that Kitty Kitty is on the road to recovery. And, I don’t think your concern about your cats = you are a spinster! My family dog lived to be 17 and so she was quite old in the end in doggy years…one night she just starting limping and yelping in pain. You bet that I took the day off work the next day and booked it to the vet. You just love your pet and there’s nothing wrong w/that. IF however you went all Angela from the office and had posters of them @ your cubicle then it would be a different story though.
Poor Kitty Kitty. My first cat did this constantly—though switching his food helped A LOT. I’m glad she’s feeling better.
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aww Kitty Kitty, Frank and I are so glad you are ok! (Sorry, was that lame that I just sent your cat a comment on behalf of my dog and I? oh well)
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Delurking!
I had a long hair cat who had these exact same symptoms and the vet couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him either. Gave him fluid in his neck, etc. same idea.
We later figured out it was probably from his automatic cat fountain waterer thingy-ma-jiggy…. it had a charcoal filter inside it.
I threw out the fountain and let him start drinking from the tap again and he was never sick like that again. A friend’s cat was sick once with the similar idea and they figured it was the plastic water dishes — stainless steel or ceramic are better if you’re using plastic.
LOL just some helpful two cents from a fellow crazy cat person. =)
Hey, Girl! None of this makes you an old maid, just a great kitty Mom. We had a similar episode (which included a $2K hospital stay!!) where they sent him home saying ‘Dunno, but he’s better now, maybe acid reflux.’ After more trouble, they wanted to put him on a daily med like Prevacid or some such! I switched him and his sissy to a raw food diet (appropriately acronymed BARF) and solved it and a host of other problems. Expensive, but saves heartache and vet bills! Hope she stays healthy!!
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oh, I know ALL about pets and puke. Hope you both are okay today!
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Poor Kitty Kitty and poor YOU. Glad she’s feeling better. 🙂
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Pet troubles are never fun. I’m glad she’s OK. And I’m with Rhi on this one. You need to stop letting her read Kitty Vogue. Those twiggy Siamese cats aren’t good for the self-esteem.
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I have 2 indoor cats. They both puked ALL the time. I switched to Purina Hairball control and the puking has STOPPED! amazing. Worht a try to save your rugs…and sanity. 🙂
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I was so upset reading about poor Kitty Kitty – – glad she’s doing okay now!
When I finished reading your post, the first thing I did was go round up my three fur-babies and give them all big hugs – – they all looked at me as if I had lost my mind . . . but I don’t care, they are my Babies!
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You’re not crazy, I’m a complete nutjob when it comes to my cats. I worry WAY too much!
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I am so glad your cat is better. My cat is getting quite old. While his age is making him much sweeter and friendlier (read senile) he is also begining to have a LOT of stomach issues. When ever he has a bad day, I imediately think the worst as well. Fortunately his “uncle” is a vet and gets frantic phone calls from us at all hours of the day and night!
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