Stray- CLS
Belinda could you please add my beloved Stray to the CLS? Thanks! Thursday 01-26-06 me and Christopher (my husband) got up around 2:00 P.M. with intentions of driving to Owensboro, KY to cash his check and to buy a can of Bright Beginnings baby formula (stocking up for delivery.) While Chistopher is in the shower I am downstairs loading the dishwasher that turns into sweeping the kitchen floor (I am obsessive-compulsive like that. I have trouble stopping at one chore. They easily roll into two and three, etc.) Anyway, I open the backdoor to sweep out the cat litter that has been kicked out of the utility room litter box when I noticed Stray, my neutered male orange-tabby cat who would have been two (2) years old in March) happily batting at something in the back yard. Thinking nothing of it I step out side to investigate. He had a baby field mouse and it was unharmed! Awww...Stray was playing gently as he always did. No harm done. I picked up the mouse...I had an idea! I raced back in the house, leaving Stray to look for the missing mouse, and made a beeline to the bathroom. My husband was still in the shower. Hehe! Look! Ain't it cute! I squealed with a huge smile on my face. Christopher slides open the shower door and just about comes unglued right there! Why, that's...that's...where the hell did that come from? He stammered. And why aren't you dressed yet? I looked down at the pajamas I still wore. I was loading the dishwasher. I explained still holding the little mouse. Christopher is clearly getting annoyed really quick. Put that damn mouse outside were it belongs and get dressed. We are never going to make in to the bank in time! LOL. Grouch! Heaven only knew that was the last happy moment that I would have for several days to come. As we were leaving the house Stray approaches us wanting in the garage to eat. He is an outside cat via day and an garage kitty via night/winter. We have to let him in. I tell my husband. He is hungry. Lora we do not have time! Christopher barks. We are already running behind schedule! I become very angry. If my kids want to eat. They eat! To hell with being on time! Christopher unlocks the door with a huff and Stray walks through the utility room straight into the garage. Did I jsut see Stray stagger? Na! I tell myself. I am just seeing things. Had I know that would have been the last time I would see my baby walk, I would have never left his side! So we close the garage door and lock the side house door. We were off! That was around 3:15 P.M. - 3:30 P.M. We never made it to the bank. By the time we pulled into the parking lot they were locking the doors from the inside out. Christopher was livid because of the mouse and Stray. Little did he know he would come to regret that anger. We arrive back home around 5:00 P.M. to a quiet, normal-looking house. Everything seemed to be fine and in its place, afterall we were only gone roughly two (2) hours. Then I hear it. Meowing. Constant meowing. Uh-oh. I tell Christopher. Mason has another milk ring again. Only he does not. Mason rounds the corner at the sound of his name with nothing in his mouth. Okay. It is time to do a head-count then. We open all of the doors to see if anyone had been accidently locked up. Nothing. We count all ten heads in the house. Normal. Then who the hell is meowing? I turn my attention to the garage and shear panic washes over me. There is Stray trying to claw his way off on the pillow. His hide leg are completely paralyzed! He slithers across the room and bile wails up in the back of my throat. I scream and run back into the house. Completely beside myself in hysteria, I cry out for Christopher. All the while poor Stray is just holling in agony, begging for us to help him. It is 5:00 P.M. at night, Christopher is preparing to go to work (working third shift) I am nine (9) months pregnant and I cancled our emergency credit card last Friday 01-20-06! Oh, God! I was going to puke! What were we going to do? I race upstairs to find my parents. I scream/cry what I had found. I beg for money. Babbling about emergency clinic...life threating...in pain. My folks come downstairs thinking that the situation was not all that bad. HA! Mom returns from the garage white as a sheet. It is now 5:30 P.M. and something has to be done! I call Fort Branch (my veterinarian) in an off-hand chance that they would still be open. They were! I try so hard to remain calm as I explained to Kristi that my kitty had hind-leg paralysis, but had not been hit my a car. He was in the garage all day. He even walked into the garage by himself! How soon can you get here? Kristi ask. Now. Can I come now? I beg losing my composure. I hang up the phone trying to function like a normal human being in a crisis. (Not easy to do.) Christopher lines the carrying crate with pillows to support Stray's non-working hind legs and blankets to keep him warm. I keep telling myself that
Re: Stray- CLS
Bless you. Stray loves you and knows how much you cared for him. If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow man. St. Francis - Original Message - From: Lora [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Friday, April 07, 2006 2:46 AM Subject: Stray- CLS Belinda could you please add my beloved Stray to the CLS? Thanks! Thursday 01-26-06 me and Christopher (my husband) got up around 2:00 P.M. with intentions of driving to Owensboro, KY to cash his check and to buy a can of Bright Beginnings baby formula (stocking up for delivery.) While Chistopher is in the shower I am downstairs loading the dishwasher that turns into sweeping the kitchen floor (I am obsessive-compulsive like that. I have trouble stopping at one chore. They easily roll into two and three, etc.) Anyway, I open the backdoor to sweep out the cat litter that has been kicked out of the utility room litter box when I noticed Stray, my neutered male orange-tabby cat who would have been two (2) years old in March) happily batting at something in the back yard. Thinking nothing of it I step out side to investigate. He had a baby field mouse and it was unharmed! Awww...Stray was playing gently as he always did. No harm done. I picked up the mouse...I had an idea! I raced back in the house, leaving Stray to look for the missing mouse, and made a beeline to the bathroom. My husband was still in the shower. Hehe! Look! Ain't it cute! I squealed with a huge smile on my face. Christopher slides open the shower door and just about comes unglued right there! Why, that's...that's...where the hell did that come from? He stammered. And why aren't you dressed yet? I looked down at the pajamas I still wore. I was loading the dishwasher. I explained still holding the little mouse. Christopher is clearly getting annoyed really quick. Put that damn mouse outside were it belongs and get dressed. We are never going to make in to the bank in time! LOL. Grouch! Heaven only knew that was the last happy moment that I would have for several days to come. As we were leaving the house Stray approaches us wanting in the garage to eat. He is an outside cat via day and an garage kitty via night/winter. We have to let him in. I tell my husband. He is hungry. Lora we do not have time! Christopher barks. We are already running behind schedule! I become very angry. If my kids want to eat. They eat! To hell with being on time! Christopher unlocks the door with a huff and Stray walks through the utility room straight into the garage. Did I jsut see Stray stagger? Na! I tell myself. I am just seeing things. Had I know that would have been the last time I would see my baby walk, I would have never left his side! So we close the garage door and lock the side house door. We were off! That was around 3:15 P.M. - 3:30 P.M. We never made it to the bank. By the time we pulled into the parking lot they were locking the doors from the inside out. Christopher was livid because of the mouse and Stray. Little did he know he would come to regret that anger. We arrive back home around 5:00 P.M. to a quiet, normal-looking house. Everything seemed to be fine and in its place, afterall we were only gone roughly two (2) hours. Then I hear it. Meowing. Constant meowing. Uh-oh. I tell Christopher. Mason has another milk ring again. Only he does not. Mason rounds the corner at the sound of his name with nothing in his mouth. Okay. It is time to do a head-count then. We open all of the doors to see if anyone had been accidently locked up. Nothing. We count all ten heads in the house. Normal. Then who the hell is meowing? I turn my attention to the garage and shear panic washes over me. There is Stray trying to claw his way off on the pillow. His hide leg are completely paralyzed! He slithers across the room and bile wails up in the back of my throat. I scream and run back into the house. Completely beside myself in hysteria, I cry out for Christopher. All the while poor Stray is just holling in agony, begging for us to help him. It is 5:00 P.M. at night, Christopher is preparing to go to work (working third shift) I am nine (9) months pregnant and I cancled our emergency credit card last Friday 01-20-06! Oh, God! I was going to puke! What were we going to do? I race upstairs to find my parents. I scream/cry what I had found. I beg for money. Babbling about emergency clinic...life threating...in pain. My folks come downstairs thinking that the situation was not all that bad. HA! Mom returns from the garage white as a sheet. It is now 5:30 P.M. and something has to be done! I call Fort Branch (my veterinarian) in an off-hand
Re: Stray- CLS
Lora,I am so sorry to hear about your beloved Stray he sounded absolutely sweet.He was so lucky to have you for a mom.Bless you.Hugs to you. SherryLora [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Belinda could you please add my beloved Stray to theCLS? Thanks!Thursday 01-26-06 me and Christopher (my husband) gotup around 2:00 P.M. with intentions of driving toOwensboro, KY to cash his check and to buy a can ofBright Beginnings baby formula (stocking up fordelivery.) While Chistopher is in the shower I am downstairsloading the dishwasher that turns into sweeping thekitchen floor (I am obsessive-compulsive like that. Ihave trouble stopping at one chore. They easily rollinto two and three, etc.) Anyway, I open the backdoor to sweep out the catlitter that has been kicked out of the utility roomlitter box when I noticed Stray, my neutered maleorange-tabby cat who would have been two (2) years oldin March) happily batting at something in the backyard. Thinking nothing of it I step out side to investigate.He had a baby field mouse and it was unharmed!Awww...Stray was playing gently as he always did. Noharm done. I picked up the mouse...I had an idea! I raced back in the house, leaving Stray to look forthe missing mouse, and made a beeline to the bathroom.My husband was still in the shower. Hehe! "Look! Ain't it cute!" I squealed with a huge smile onmy face. Christopher slides open the shower door andjust about comes unglued right there! "Why, that's...that's...where the hell did that comefrom?" He stammered. "And why aren't you dressed yet?"I looked down at the pajamas I still wore. "I wasloading the dishwasher." I explained still holding thelittle mouse. Christopher is clearly getting annoyed really quick."Put that damn mouse outside were it belongs and getdressed. We are never going to make in to the bank intime! LOL. Grouch! Heaven only knew that was the last happy moment that Iwould have for several days to come. As we were leaving the house Stray approaches uswanting in the garage to eat. He is an outside cat viaday and an garage kitty via night/winter. "We have to let him in." I tell my husband. "He ishungry." "Lora we do not have time!" Christopher barks. "We arealready running behind schedule!" I become very angry. If my kids want to eat. They eat!To hell with being on time! Christopher unlocks the door with a huff and Straywalks through the utility room straight into thegarage. Did I jsut see Stray stagger? Na! I tellmyself. I am just seeing things. Had I know that would have been the last time I wouldsee my baby walk, I would have never left his side! So we close the garage door and lock the side housedoor. We were off! That was around 3:15 P.M. - 3:30P.M. We never made it to the bank. By the time we pulledinto the parking lot they were locking the doors fromthe inside out. Christopher was livid because of the mouse and Stray.Little did he know he would come to regret that anger.We arrive back home around 5:00 P.M. to a quiet,normal-looking house. Everything seemed to be fine andin its place, afterall we were only gone roughly two(2) hours. Then I hear it. Meowing. Constant meowing. "Uh-oh." I tell Christopher. "Mason has another milkring again." Only he does not. Mason rounds the cornerat the sound of his name with nothing in his mouth. Okay. It is time to do a head-count then. We open allof the doors to see if anyone had been accidentlylocked up. Nothing. We count all ten heads in thehouse. Normal. Then who the hell is meowing? I turn my attention to the garage and shear panicwashes over me. There is Stray trying to claw his wayoff on the pillow. His hide leg are completelyparalyzed! He slithers across the room and bile wailsup in the back of my throat. I scream and run backinto the house. Completely beside myself in hysteria, I cry out forChristopher. All the while poor Stray is just hollingin agony, begging for us to help him. It is 5:00 P.M. at night, Christopher is preparing togo to work (working third shift) I am nine (9) monthspregnant and I cancled our "emergency" credit cardlast Friday 01-20-06! Oh, God! I was going to puke!What were we going to do? I race upstairs to find my parents. I scream/cry whatI had found. I beg for money. Babbling about emergencyclinic...life threating...in pain. My folks come downstairs thinking that the situationwas not "all that bad." HA! Mom returns from thegarage white as a sheet. It is now 5:30 P.M. and something has to be done! Icall Fort Branch (my veterinarian) in an off-handchance that they would still be open. They were! I tryso hard to remain calm as I explained to Kristi thatmy kitty had hind-leg paralysis, but had not been hitmy a car. He was in the garage all day. He even walkedinto the garage by himself! "How soon can you get here?" Kristi ask. "Now. Can I come now?" I beg losing my composure. I hang up the phone trying to function like a normalhuman being in a crisis. (Not easy to do.) Christopherlines the carrying crate with pillows to supportStray's
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Re: Stray- CLS
((Lora))I was just wondering about you earlier this week. I couldn't remember your due date. I am so sorry for your loss. Things like this can't be helped. You did what you could. Baby Stray will wait for you at the bridge.tonyaLora [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Belinda could you please add my beloved Stray to theCLS? Thanks!Thursday 01-26-06 me and Christopher (my husband) gotup around 2:00 P.M. with intentions of driving toOwensboro, KY to cash his check and to buy a can ofBright Beginnings baby formula (stocking up fordelivery.) While Chistopher is in the shower I am downstairsloading the dishwasher that turns into sweeping thekitchen floor (I am obsessive-compulsive like that. Ihave trouble stopping at one chore. They easily rollinto two and three, etc.) Anyway, I open the backdoor to sweep out the catlitter that has been kicked out of the utility roomlitter box when I noticed Stray, my neutered maleorange-tabby cat who would have been two (2) years oldin March) happily batting at something in the backyard. Thinking nothing of it I step out side to investigate.He had a baby field mouse and it was unharmed!Awww...Stray was playing gently as he always did. Noharm done. I picked up the mouse...I had an idea! I raced back in the house, leaving Stray to look forthe missing mouse, and made a beeline to the bathroom.My husband was still in the shower. Hehe! "Look! Ain't it cute!" I squealed with a huge smile onmy face. Christopher slides open the shower door andjust about comes unglued right there! "Why, that's...that's...where the hell did that comefrom?" He stammered. "And why aren't you dressed yet?"I looked down at the pajamas I still wore. "I wasloading the dishwasher." I explained still holding thelittle mouse. Christopher is clearly getting annoyed really quick."Put that damn mouse outside were it belongs and getdressed. We are never going to make in to the bank intime! LOL. Grouch! Heaven only knew that was the last happy moment that Iwould have for several days to come. As we were leaving the house Stray approaches uswanting in the garage to eat. He is an outside cat viaday and an garage kitty via night/winter. "We have to let him in." I tell my husband. "He ishungry." "Lora we do not have time!" Christopher barks. "We arealready running behind schedule!" I become very angry. If my kids want to eat. They eat!To hell with being on time! Christopher unlocks the door with a huff and Straywalks through the utility room straight into thegarage. Did I jsut see Stray stagger? Na! I tellmyself. I am just seeing things. Had I know that would have been the last time I wouldsee my baby walk, I would have never left his side! So we close the garage door and lock the side housedoor. We were off! That was around 3:15 P.M. - 3:30P.M. We never made it to the bank. By the time we pulledinto the parking lot they were locking the doors fromthe inside out. Christopher was livid because of the mouse and Stray.Little did he know he would come to regret that anger.We arrive back home around 5:00 P.M. to a quiet,normal-looking house. Everything seemed to be fine andin its place, afterall we were only gone roughly two(2) hours. Then I hear it. Meowing. Constant meowing. "Uh-oh." I tell Christopher. "Mason has another milkring again." Only he does not. Mason rounds the cornerat the sound of his name with nothing in his mouth. Okay. It is time to do a head-count then. We open allof the doors to see if anyone had been accidentlylocked up. Nothing. We count all ten heads in thehouse. Normal. Then who the hell is meowing? I turn my attention to the garage and shear panicwashes over me. There is Stray trying to claw his wayoff on the pillow. His hide leg are completelyparalyzed! He slithers across the room and bile wailsup in the back of my throat. I scream and run backinto the house. Completely beside myself in hysteria, I cry out forChristopher. All the while poor Stray is just hollingin agony, begging for us to help him. It is 5:00 P.M. at night, Christopher is preparing togo to work (working third shift) I am nine (9) monthspregnant and I cancled our "emergency" credit cardlast Friday 01-20-06! Oh, God! I was going to puke!What were we going to do? I race upstairs to find my parents. I scream/cry whatI had found. I beg for money. Babbling about emergencyclinic...life threating...in pain. My folks come downstairs thinking that the situationwas not "all that bad." HA! Mom returns from thegarage white as a sheet. It is now 5:30 P.M. and something has to be done! Icall Fort Branch (my veterinarian) in an off-handchance that they would still be open. They were! I tryso hard to remain calm as I explained to Kristi thatmy kitty had hind-leg paralysis, but had not been hitmy a car. He was in the garage all day. He even walkedinto the garage by himself! "How soon can you get here?" Kristi ask. "Now. Can I come now?" I beg losing my composure. I hang up the phone trying to function like a normalhuman being in a crisis. (Not
Re: Stray- CLS
Lora, I am so sorry to hear about Stray. I know how hard a decision that had to be. You and your husband are in my prayers. Cindy --- Lora [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Belinda could you please add my beloved Stray to the CLS? Thanks! Thursday 01-26-06 me and Christopher (my husband) got up around 2:00 P.M. with intentions of driving to Owensboro, KY to cash his check and to buy a can of Bright Beginnings baby formula (stocking up for delivery.) While Chistopher is in the shower I am downstairs loading the dishwasher that turns into sweeping the kitchen floor (I am obsessive-compulsive like that. I have trouble stopping at one chore. They easily roll into two and three, etc.) Anyway, I open the backdoor to sweep out the cat litter that has been kicked out of the utility room litter box when I noticed Stray, my neutered male orange-tabby cat who would have been two (2) years old in March) happily batting at something in the back yard. Thinking nothing of it I step out side to investigate. He had a baby field mouse and it was unharmed! Awww...Stray was playing gently as he always did. No harm done. I picked up the mouse...I had an idea! I raced back in the house, leaving Stray to look for the missing mouse, and made a beeline to the bathroom. My husband was still in the shower. Hehe! Look! Ain't it cute! I squealed with a huge smile on my face. Christopher slides open the shower door and just about comes unglued right there! Why, that's...that's...where the hell did that come from? He stammered. And why aren't you dressed yet? I looked down at the pajamas I still wore. I was loading the dishwasher. I explained still holding the little mouse. Christopher is clearly getting annoyed really quick. Put that damn mouse outside were it belongs and get dressed. We are never going to make in to the bank in time! LOL. Grouch! Heaven only knew that was the last happy moment that I would have for several days to come. As we were leaving the house Stray approaches us wanting in the garage to eat. He is an outside cat via day and an garage kitty via night/winter. We have to let him in. I tell my husband. He is hungry. Lora we do not have time! Christopher barks. We are already running behind schedule! I become very angry. If my kids want to eat. They eat! To hell with being on time! Christopher unlocks the door with a huff and Stray walks through the utility room straight into the garage. Did I jsut see Stray stagger? Na! I tell myself. I am just seeing things. Had I know that would have been the last time I would see my baby walk, I would have never left his side! So we close the garage door and lock the side house door. We were off! That was around 3:15 P.M. - 3:30 P.M. We never made it to the bank. By the time we pulled into the parking lot they were locking the doors from the inside out. Christopher was livid because of the mouse and Stray. Little did he know he would come to regret that anger. We arrive back home around 5:00 P.M. to a quiet, normal-looking house. Everything seemed to be fine and in its place, afterall we were only gone roughly two (2) hours. Then I hear it. Meowing. Constant meowing. Uh-oh. I tell Christopher. Mason has another milk ring again. Only he does not. Mason rounds the corner at the sound of his name with nothing in his mouth. Okay. It is time to do a head-count then. We open all of the doors to see if anyone had been accidently locked up. Nothing. We count all ten heads in the house. Normal. Then who the hell is meowing? I turn my attention to the garage and shear panic washes over me. There is Stray trying to claw his way off on the pillow. His hide leg are completely paralyzed! He slithers across the room and bile wails up in the back of my throat. I scream and run back into the house. Completely beside myself in hysteria, I cry out for Christopher. All the while poor Stray is just holling in agony, begging for us to help him. It is 5:00 P.M. at night, Christopher is preparing to go to work (working third shift) I am nine (9) months pregnant and I cancled our emergency credit card last Friday 01-20-06! Oh, God! I was going to puke! What were we going to do? I race upstairs to find my parents. I scream/cry what I had found. I beg for money. Babbling about emergency clinic...life threating...in pain. My folks come downstairs thinking that the situation was not all that bad. HA! Mom returns from the garage white as a sheet. It is now 5:30 P.M. and something has to be done! I call Fort Branch (my veterinarian) in an off-hand chance that they would still be open. They were! I try so hard to remain calm as I explained to Kristi that my kitty had hind-leg paralysis, but had not been hit my a car. He was in the garage all day. He even walked into the garage by himself! How
RE: Stray- CLS (Lora)
Lora sorry to read the news about your little stray. I am sorry for you both Carla
Re: Stray- CLS
Oh Lora, I'm so sorry. GLOW to light his way and ease your hearts.Lora [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Belinda could you please add my beloved Stray to theCLS? Thanks!Thursday 01-26-06 me and Christopher (my husband) gotup around 2:00 P.M. with intentions of driving toOwensboro, KY to cash his check and to buy a can ofBright Beginnings baby formula (stocking up fordelivery.) While Chistopher is in the shower I am downstairsloading the dishwasher that turns into sweeping thekitchen floor (I am obsessive-compulsive like that. Ihave trouble stopping at one chore. They easily rollinto two and three, etc.) Anyway, I open the backdoor to sweep out the catlitter that has been kicked out of the utility roomlitter box when I noticed Stray, my neutered maleorange-tabby cat who would have been two (2) years oldin March) happily batting at something in the backyard. Thinking nothing of it I step out side to investigate.He had a baby field mouse and it was unharmed!Awww...Stray was playing gently as he always did. Noharm done. I picked up the mouse...I had an idea! I raced back in the house, leaving Stray to look forthe missing mouse, and made a beeline to the bathroom.My husband was still in the shower. Hehe! "Look! Ain't it cute!" I squealed with a huge smile onmy face. Christopher slides open the shower door andjust about comes unglued right there! "Why, that's...that's...where the hell did that comefrom?" He stammered. "And why aren't you dressed yet?"I looked down at the pajamas I still wore. "I wasloading the dishwasher." I explained still holding thelittle mouse. Christopher is clearly getting annoyed really quick."Put that damn mouse outside were it belongs and getdressed. We are never going to make in to the bank intime! LOL. Grouch! Heaven only knew that was the last happy moment that Iwould have for several days to come. As we were leaving the house Stray approaches uswanting in the garage to eat. He is an outside cat viaday and an garage kitty via night/winter. "We have to let him in." I tell my husband. "He ishungry." "Lora we do not have time!" Christopher barks. "We arealready running behind schedule!" I become very angry. If my kids want to eat. They eat!To hell with being on time! Christopher unlocks the door with a huff and Straywalks through the utility room straight into thegarage. Did I jsut see Stray stagger? Na! I tellmyself. I am just seeing things. Had I know that would have been the last time I wouldsee my baby walk, I would have never left his side! So we close the garage door and lock the side housedoor. We were off! That was around 3:15 P.M. - 3:30P.M. We never made it to the bank. By the time we pulledinto the parking lot they were locking the doors fromthe inside out. Christopher was livid because of the mouse and Stray.Little did he know he would come to regret that anger.We arrive back home around 5:00 P.M. to a quiet,normal-looking house. Everything seemed to be fine andin its place, afterall we were only gone roughly two(2) hours. Then I hear it. Meowing. Constant meowing. "Uh-oh." I tell Christopher. "Mason has another milkring again." Only he does not. Mason rounds the cornerat the sound of his name with nothing in his mouth. Okay. It is time to do a head-count then. We open allof the doors to see if anyone had been accidentlylocked up. Nothing. We count all ten heads in thehouse. Normal. Then who the hell is meowing? I turn my attention to the garage and shear panicwashes over me. There is Stray trying to claw his wayoff on the pillow. His hide leg are completelyparalyzed! He slithers across the room and bile wailsup in the back of my throat. I scream and run backinto the house. Completely beside myself in hysteria, I cry out forChristopher. All the while poor Stray is just hollingin agony, begging for us to help him. It is 5:00 P.M. at night, Christopher is preparing togo to work (working third shift) I am nine (9) monthspregnant and I cancled our "emergency" credit cardlast Friday 01-20-06! Oh, God! I was going to puke!What were we going to do? I race upstairs to find my parents. I scream/cry whatI had found. I beg for money. Babbling about emergencyclinic...life threating...in pain. My folks come downstairs thinking that the situationwas not "all that bad." HA! Mom returns from thegarage white as a sheet. It is now 5:30 P.M. and something has to be done! Icall Fort Branch (my veterinarian) in an off-handchance that they would still be open. They were! I tryso hard to remain calm as I explained to Kristi thatmy kitty had hind-leg paralysis, but had not been hitmy a car. He was in the garage all day. He even walkedinto the garage by himself! "How soon can you get here?" Kristi ask. "Now. Can I come now?" I beg losing my composure. I hang up the phone trying to function like a normalhuman being in a crisis. (Not easy to do.) Christopherlines the carrying crate with pillows to supportStray's non-working hind legs and blankets to keep himwarm. I keep telling myself that everything
Stray
So sorry to hear of what happened to stray. Such a sad but beautifully written account that was filled with emotion. I believe euthanasia was right for stray - I have heard of Saddle Thrombosis before and yes it is exceptionally painful for the kittie - too painful for them to keep on enduring indefinitely. Thank goodness Stray had to you to talk him through it he will always be with you. Sleep in Peace Stray - no more pain. Michelle, Minstrel, Buddy Angel Bramble
Re: Stray- CLS
Lora,I'm so sorry about Stray. Take care of yourself and remember you did what you had to do to relieve his pain.Becca Lora [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Belinda could you please add my beloved Stray to theCLS? Thanks!Thursday 01-26-06 me and Christopher (my husband) gotup around 2:00 P.M. with intentions of driving toOwensboro, KY to cash his check and to buy a can ofBright Beginnings baby formula (stocking up fordelivery.) While Chistopher is in the shower I am downstairsloading the dishwasher that turns into sweeping thekitchen floor (I am obsessive-compulsive like that. Ihave trouble stopping at one chore. They easily rollinto two and three, etc.) Anyway, I open the backdoor to sweep out the catlitter that has been kicked out of the utility roomlitter box when I noticed Stray, my neutered maleorange-tabby cat who would have been two (2) years oldin March) happily batting at something in the backyard. Thinking nothing of it I step out side to investigate.He had a baby field mouse and it was unharmed!Awww...Stray was playing gently as he always did. Noharm done. I picked up the mouse...I had an idea! I raced back in the house, leaving Stray to look forthe missing mouse, and made a beeline to the bathroom.My husband was still in the shower. Hehe! "Look! Ain't it cute!" I squealed with a huge smile onmy face. Christopher slides open the shower door andjust about comes unglued right there! "Why, that's...that's...where the hell did that comefrom?" He stammered. "And why aren't you dressed yet?"I looked down at the pajamas I still wore. "I wasloading the dishwasher." I explained still holding thelittle mouse. Christopher is clearly getting annoyed really quick."Put that damn mouse outside were it belongs and getdressed. We are never going to make in to the bank intime! LOL. Grouch! Heaven only knew that was the last happy moment that Iwould have for several days to come. As we were leaving the house Stray approaches uswanting in the garage to eat. He is an outside cat viaday and an garage kitty via night/winter. "We have to let him in." I tell my husband. "He ishungry." "Lora we do not have time!" Christopher barks. "We arealready running behind schedule!" I become very angry. If my kids want to eat. They eat!To hell with being on time! Christopher unlocks the door with a huff and Straywalks through the utility room straight into thegarage. Did I jsut see Stray stagger? Na! I tellmyself. I am just seeing things. Had I know that would have been the last time I wouldsee my baby walk, I would have never left his side! So we close the garage door and lock the side housedoor. We were off! That was around 3:15 P.M. - 3:30P.M. We never made it to the bank. By the time we pulledinto the parking lot they were locking the doors fromthe inside out. Christopher was livid because of the mouse and Stray.Little did he know he would come to regret that anger.We arrive back home around 5:00 P.M. to a quiet,normal-looking house. Everything seemed to be fine andin its place, afterall we were only gone roughly two(2) hours. Then I hear it. Meowing. Constant meowing. "Uh-oh." I tell Christopher. "Mason has another milkring again." Only he does not. Mason rounds the cornerat the sound of his name with nothing in his mouth. Okay. It is time to do a head-count then. We open allof the doors to see if anyone had been accidentlylocked up. Nothing. We count all ten heads in thehouse. Normal. Then who the hell is meowing? I turn my attention to the garage and shear panicwashes over me. There is Stray trying to claw his wayoff on the pillow. His hide leg are completelyparalyzed! He slithers across the room and bile wailsup in the back of my throat. I scream and run backinto the house. Completely beside myself in hysteria, I cry out forChristopher. All the while poor Stray is just hollingin agony, begging for us to help him. It is 5:00 P.M. at night, Christopher is preparing togo to work (working third shift) I am nine (9) monthspregnant and I cancled our "emergency" credit cardlast Friday 01-20-06! Oh, God! I was going to puke!What were we going to do? I race upstairs to find my parents. I scream/cry whatI had found. I beg for money. Babbling about emergencyclinic...life threating...in pain. My folks come downstairs thinking that the situationwas not "all that bad." HA! Mom returns from thegarage white as a sheet. It is now 5:30 P.M. and something has to be done! Icall Fort Branch (my veterinarian) in an off-handchance that they would still be open. They were! I tryso hard to remain calm as I explained to Kristi thatmy kitty had hind-leg paralysis, but had not been hitmy a car. He was in the garage all day. He even walkedinto the garage by himself! "How soon can you get here?" Kristi ask. "Now. Can I come now?" I beg losing my composure. I hang up the phone trying to function like a normalhuman being in a crisis. (Not easy to do.) Christopherlines the carrying crate with pillows to supportStray's non-working hind legs and
Re: Chaucer and Katarina
Will do...Becca Sherry DeHaan [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Hi all it's me again asking for prayers for a couple of my sanctuary babies.Chaucer and Katarina are not feeling too well and I know we could use the power of your prayers.Thank you all. Sherry
FeLV+ cat and FeLV- kitten in the same house
Hello all, My mother is considering adopting a kitten that needs a home. To the best of my knowledge, the kitten is FeLV negative. It's only six weeks or so old. Right now, my FeLV+ cat, Ember, is living in my room, and is kept away from the others. She's had a few jailbreaks, but I can be much more careful with her than I have been. The other cats in the house tested negative with ELISA a few weeks ago (see the Ember thread for the whole story). Anyway, I know generally what vets and others think of having a negative in a positive's house. I'm isolating Ember. However, the kitten will not have had her shots, and probably won't be ready for her first FeLV vax for another month. Even with Ember being isolated, and the kitten having no direct or indirect exposure (i.e. no one shares food, food bowls, boxes, water), do we run any risk of having the kitten come up positive just by living in the same house as my girl? Thanks, Lance
Re: FeLV+ cat and FeLV- kitten in the same house
Lance, As long as you are sure Ember's virus hasn't activated, the kitten will probably be safe. But you know how a kitten can scamper into an area where he or she shouldn't be. Some others on this list will say not to worry, but I joined years ago when my orange boy (false negative) Henry Lee's virus activated as a result of a dental and two other kitties caught the virus from him and died. Bonnie in WI http://savingspaldingpets.blogspot.com/ - Original Message - From: Lance [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Friday, April 7, 2006 6:01 pm Subject: FeLV+ cat and FeLV- kitten in the same house To: Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Hello all, My mother is considering adopting a kitten that needs a home. To the best of my knowledge, the kitten is FeLV negative. It's only six weeks or so old. Right now, my FeLV+ cat, Ember, is living in my room, and is kept away from the others. She's had a few jailbreaks, but I can be much more careful with her than I have been. The other cats in the house tested negative with ELISA a few weeks ago (see the Ember thread for the whole story). Anyway, I know generally what vets and others think of having a negative in a positive's house. I'm isolating Ember. However, the kitten will not have had her shots, and probably won't be ready for her first FeLV vax for another month. Even with Ember being isolated, and the kitten having no direct or indirect exposure (i.e. no one shares food, food bowls, boxes, water), do we run any risk of having the kitten come up positive just by living in the same house as my girl? Thanks, Lance
Re: Jackson Please add to the CLS
Sherry, It made me so sad to hear about Jackson...that hits me where it hurts. Becca Sherry DeHaan wrote: I just recieved an e-mail that one of our sanctuary cats died today from fluid in the chest.He had felv and was a sweet beautiful boy.I am so glad that I got to give sweet Jackson some love before he left us. Sherry
Re: Bella had babies!!
Congratulations! And wishes of long life and good health for Bella and her babies. Becca Hideyo Yamamoto wrote: I rescued one of female kitties about 6 weeks ago – at that time, she was ill so, I couldn’t spay her and later found out that she was pregnant – I had scheduled to spay her a couple of weeks ago, but then I couldn’t go through for a couple of reasons – so I decide to raise her babies with Bella. Anyway, Bella gave a birth to five babies on this past Saturday. Mommy, Bella, and all of her five babies are doing very well – please wish well being and healthy growth of all of her babies and Bella. Hideyo
