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I Want to Stage a Catnapping

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Of Piggie Peggy, of course.

Last week there was a dead cat on the side of the road right across from my work. My heart dropped like a lead weight when I saw it, afraid that it might be Piggie: it wasn’t. The poor thing laid there for three damn days before anyone did anything about it.

Strikes one and two against the area where she lives. Busy road, and no one cares about cats.

She has a great fear of cars, but you know anything can happen. She could get chased by a loose dog, or by one of the many many kids that walk past to the school nearby.

Then, there is this. She is SO pregnant. Any day she is going to be a young mom, again.


Fat belly, and all her nipples are swollen four times the size they used to be.

The problem for me is that I’m off work until May 2nd. She won’t have anyone looking out for her, and she will be looking for me. I’m not going to be there when she has them! Not even nearby! I know I’d likely not see her for weeks while they mature, of course, but I’d still be trying to get a glimpse of her. Her probable ‘home’ is the shed out back of one particular house right on the main road. I’m nearly certain she isn’t allowed inside, as she usually smells of kerosene.

I can say that I’m the only one who shows her affection, because she has learned so well how to get me to love on her the way I want to (don’t sharpen your nails on my leg. No, I’m not going to play with you with my hands). She was very unsocialised before she learned that laps and face-scratches are good things.

Then the last, worst, thought occurred to me. These people don’t get her any veterinary care – what if they are the type of people who also drown kittens? It’s not that uncommon here, disgustingly.


And then there are the scars. Both ears, her nose, and her shoulders are always a bit scabby or balding from injuries.


What a face! 

So, I’m seriously tempted to go and steal her away. The problem is: what I would do next? Obviously a vet visit straight away. Then what? We can’t take another cat, especially a pregnant one, into our house. She’s an outdoor cat in any case and would hate to be inside with the dog and two male cats twice her size. Not to mention that himself would kill me, we have enough troubles going on.

The only shelter we have outside would be our shed, which is a disaster of junk, tiny, and none too clean. Not really a step up for her, at all. And not a place for kittens.

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I should go and knock on doors to see what the situation is? Offer to help rehome the kittens and get her spayed? What would you do? I know this sense of responsibility is my own fault, for making friends with her. I can’t help but feel that someone has to act responsibly. 

Happy Piggie

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I was off work for a week and a day. When I came back, I searched every day and questioned my coworkers to see if Piggy had been around. All I could learn is that she had only been seen on the first Monday that I missed work – under a car. The weather was terrible the whole time, so it made sense she was sheltering somewhere.

I was back the next week on Tuesday. I looked for her and called for her several times a day – no Piggie. I started to worry, a lot. Did she get hit by a car? 

She finally showed up at half five on Thursday, after me panicking for two and a half days!

She had two new big scratches on her nose, which are healing now. Poor girl. She is going to look like a battered old tomcat pretty soon, with the lack of care and not being spayed. Grrr.

Today’s weather was gorgeous. Sunny, warm, calm – just perfect. Of course I went outside for lunch and yes, she came to find me!


Herself on my lap, enjoying the sunshine and the face scratches. I had my boots off, socks off, jeans rolled up to get that lovely sunshine on my furry legs!


Those so-very-narrow pupils tell the story of how sunny it was. So glad to have her back on my lap at lunchtime.

I’ve Created a Piggie Monster

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I’ve rather dropped the Peggy part of Piggy Peggy. She is Piggy now.

I don’t see her every day. Sometimes she doesn’t show up, sometimes the weather is too bad for me to have my lunch outside.

I haven’t updated on her in a while, but she is still my work kitty! She had a patch of missing fur on the back of her neck, which is healing now.


It looks much better, the fur is coming back and the scaliness is mostly gone.

She also had a tick on her ear.


Tiny here, but a week later it was still there and a lot bigger. I also was pretty sure I saw a worm coming out of her butt.

So, I bought her some Advocate. For fleas, ear mites, and worms. I was worried about putting it on her sore neck, but she didn’t mind a bit. I also touched the applicator to the tick, in hopes a direct application might kill it, despite ticks not being on the list of things Advocate is meant for.

The next week the tick was still there, but looking decidedly shrivelled. I left it the first two days, but then I pulled it out with my fingers. I know, I know – a bad idea. But it worked. She has a bare spot now, and another bare spot on her ear from an unknown recent injury. Poor wee thing. I am beginning to think she had no scars because she is so young. As she gets more comfortable with me, she wants to play – sure sign she is just a young one still.

Well, the scars are accumulating. I hate to see it. She felt scabby underneath her right jaw last week, but seems better this week. Hard to see under there, she isn’t terribly keen on looking me in the face, still.

But then. On Friday she learned that she could jump into my lap and get all the love she could stand. I didn’t see her Monday – weather was terrible – but Tuesday she took huge advantage of her new permission to find lap-happiness. She also kept trying to steal my lunch! Piggie for sure.

Today I was met at the door with, “Your cat is outside the office trying to get in.” Oh, hell. By then it was raining but as I went through the office I heard that one cat lady tried to let her in, but Piggy refused, and that she sat outside a partially open window and caterwauled for a while. Oh dear. I found her under a car hiding from the rain. She was so happy to see me, but I had to go to work.

Lunchtime it was still raining but warm. I have a sheltered place outside for lunch on warmer but wet days. She found me, of course.


Cat-selfie. She was on my lap going crazy for face-scratches and playtime. 

So – I already created a monster by her looking for me – or attention – outside the front entrance (that I don’t use). It got worse when I went outside at 5:30 and she was waiting.  She spotted me from across the pavement and came running, chatting her little call the whole time. Then I went inside. Wow, the screaming. Oh my dog, the screaming! It was like I broke her little kitty heart. 

So… I didn’t expect that sort of reaction. What do I do now? I can’t take her home. She’s an outdoor cat, and I have 1/12th the property she is used to roaming. Maybe a co-worker will fall in love? 

So – Lumi Wasn’t Well…

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He was very lethargic when we came home from work on the 12th. He had also possibly vomited blood, and had the squitters. I felt his belly and it seemed…lumpy. Not the smooth fat kitten tummy I was used to. 

It was a Thursday and well after walk-in hours, but when I rang the vet looking for an emergency after hours number, one of the vets answered (yes, one was still there and answering the phone after 7pm) and when I explained what was going on he said to bring Lumi in. Thank you!

Lumi had just had his nuts off the weekend before, so our worry was that he had accidentally picked up a bug when at the vets, or maybe he ate a plant that disagreed with him (my indoor plants should all be safe for cats, but…), or he ate the rubber band that went missing, or one of the many, many hair ties that iDJ loses, or ate something from the Christmas tree … he is still just seven months old, so who the hell knows what he has been chewing on!

The vet didn’t seem too concerned about the lumpy belly. Which was good. He didn’t want to give antibiotics yet, either – also good in my mind. Lumi did get a shot to settle his tummy and some pills to do the same.

And it worked, for a few days. By Monday evening, he was back to not being part of the household by sleeping upstairs on the bed, not coming to say hello to me or himself, and there was a big, wet, smelly, bloody poop in the litterbox. Dammit.

Tuesday morning I took him to the vet again. The other doc this time, and three young observers. He looked at Lumi’s history, checked and felt him all over, and listened to my concerns. He said that cats don’t normally get intestinal blockages – but when they do? It’s right around Christmas when all the tempting tinsel, etc, is there to nom upon.

He wanted to do a barium run and X-ray my wee man as it progressed through his system, in case there was a blockage or another issue. I was hesitant, having flashbacks of leaving Spot in and never getting him back again. But I agreed in the end.

24 to 36 hours was the estimate for how long this would take! I was sad, hubby was sad. Worst of all, Lokii broke our hearts by walking around looking in all of Lumi’s favourite napping places to no avail. He loves his brother so much.


Next morning at 9am, the office told me that the barium had raced through to his intestines in only 4 hours. Way too fast! But as of yet, no sign of a blockage. I’d have to wait and see, as once it his his guts it slowed right down. At 11:30, they still didn’t want to release him – more X-rays. By 4, they said I could come get him. Of course I left work (I work until 6:30) to go get my wee boy.

He came home with a ‘cocktail’ of medicine. The dreaded Pink Stuff. I can pill a cat with ease, but this gag-worthy pink liquid is nearly impossible to get into a Bengal after they have tasted it once. Twice a day this time! Suffice to say that by now, the meds are gone but I’m still finding pink drool spattered everywhere: I have to wash the couch cover, and probably the curtains.

The cocktail consisted of Betamox (amoxicillin) and Flagyl (metronidazole); both are antibiotics. Also Imodium (loperamide), which is for helping stop diarrhoea and slows down the digestive process. No actual diagnosis, unfortunately. He is also on a dry gastrointestinal specialty food. He was disappointed in it at first, but is back to gobbling it down like a mad thing. We got him gastrointestinal wet pouches last Saturday, and he loves those – as does Lokii!

So far he has been fine, back to his mad tricks. Last night and the night before he projectile vomited food that was very much on its way to being digested (brown liquid basically, not the normal cat puke which is easily identifiable as kibble or treats, etc). Tonight we are on lock down to make sure he gets nothing at all other than the special food. Hope it works. 


He is definitely interested in the flower arrangement I got today! 

Piggy Peggy

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I have a “work cat” now. I’m pretty sure she has a home at one of the houses next to my workplace.

I go outside at lunchtime, weather permitting. I have a cozy spot outside of the warehouse where I can read and relax for a bit.  It can’t really be too cold for me here, but too windy or rainy sends me elsewhere.

Two or maybe even three months ago, I had a visitor while eating. A black and white kitty had silently appeared in the parking lot and was watching me.


Of course I gave her some of my lunch!

And it became a ‘thing.’ She was very shy, always snuck into view without my seeing what direction she had come from, and would not get closer to me. But she had a great sense of when my lunch break was. 

No kitty love? Good thing I’m persistent, and I do have chicken at lunch every day! 


At the end of November, I saw her every day for a week. She finally let me pet her and gave me lots of head-butts and shared some drool. Aww. I started calling her ‘Piggy’ when she got very brave and tried to steal the rest of my lunch, too! Then I decided that was a bit mean, so I started calling her Piggy Peggy.

Once she allowed me to touch her, I looked and stroked her all over, to check her health. She was pretty clean, but had burrs in her tail and some evidence of ear mites (brown goo in the ears). It wasn’t a bad case, however – and no sign of fleas.

During the once-over, I felt her belly and found that she seemed to have mammary gland swelling. Oh no! Could she be pregnant this late in the year? This seemed evidence to me, along with the mites, that she isn’t being cared for in the best way possible. Maybe she was a stray after all, or had been dumped and was surviving on handouts.

I got worried when she went missing for over two weeks. I wasn’t there every day, but I looked for her and called for her whenever I was outside. Nothing. Dammit.

Today, she was back! And instead of silently appearing, she walked up to me shouting, ‘Where have you been?’ I was so happy to see her again. She kept her distance at first, but before long I was being drooled on again.


She loves my stinky boots. Except when I’m walking – then she is scared and that makes me sad.

After eating way too much of my lunch (which she doesn’t bolt down like she is starving, by the way – it’s just really tasty chicken my cats at home go crazy for, too), I got in some good loving and when I felt her little kitty boobies? Smaller! So she isn’t pregnant now, but had a litter in September or thereabouts. While I’m not happy that she isn’t spayed, at least I’m not worrying about her having a litter of kittens in the middle of winter with no shelter.


She’s a pretty and affectionate girl, I really hope she gets some proper healthcare.

Blogger’s Kitty Needs Help

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Please help. My friend, met through blogging many years ago and now someone I would call a real friend, like so many of you.

Despite never having met in person, I love this woman. With all the hardships she has had over the last year with car troubles and housing issues – her cat suddenly becoming sick with no clear diagnosis is her top priority. Even a few dollars will help.

Guardian kitty.


Methos looking out for his new human. Guardian Kitty.


And now – same precious kitty and same beloved girl. They have been best friends for her whole life. Please help, even 5 or 10 will add up. She misses her friend while he is in the veterinarian hospital, trying to find out what is wrong.

Please help my friend take care of her good kitty, and keep her daughter’s best friend around as long as possible.

Go Fund Me for Methos.

Quick Spot Update

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Still don’t have our Spottie boy back. Maybe tomorrow. He did look and act a lot better today than he did on Saturday. We got him purring: purring so hard you could see it. Then he got super worn out and started to fall asleep with his eyes open. Still not eating, however he has pooped (nutrition has been given via IV) so at least his bowels are working. His fur is clean, not all greasy and clumpy, which for me is always a sign of a very sick cat. No sign of infection, his incision is healing well and no fever. We won’t know if he has cancer or not until Friday, most likely.

Thank you all for your support, I really do need it and appreciate it.

Bad News

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Spot’s biopsy turned out to be much much worse. He had a tumor. It is gone, and sent for testing, along with a good 2in of his intestine and the nearby lymph nodes. We brought him home last night but that was premature. We took him back to the vet this afternoon and he is in for the night. 

He wasn’t drinking, and every time he was awake and I offered him water or anything at all he went for the litter box. He strained as if he felt that he needed to poo, then came out and threw up. Since he also has kidney disease, no fluids and vomiting up what little he had is clearly bad for him.

He’s on an IV now. Antibiotics, painkillers, fluids, a light sedative, and an anti-emetic to stop the nausea. I wish I was there to cuddle him, but I know he is safe and in good hands. The vet who took him in this afternoon rang to let me know how he was doing, and all is going as well as can be expected after such a major surgery.

We won’t know for a week or so if he has cancer or it was benign. I forget how long we have to wait as my brain shut down when I heard ‘tumour’ and I couldn’t stop crying. I took today off to look after him but all I could see is he was in pain and confused. He was just running around playing like a madkitty the day before, no matter that he is 14/15, damn it all.

You never know what might be going on when someone can’t tell you what hurts. He had soft, stinky poop for too long – that’s the only reason I took him to the vet at all. I’m so glad he is an indoor cat and I could see/smell that something wasn’t right – after days in the garden all cat poop is soft.

You know I don’t do prayers, but I’ll take on offer all the best wishes for him to recover fast and it not be cancer.

This n That

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I’m not depressed. I could be? But actually I’m positive at the moment. I had a good Friday this week. A text that made me so proud and happy; a thing I did at work that was very appreciated and I’m quite proud of. A notch tighter on my belt in the morning when I got dressed for work. My new-found love for playing bass guitar!

It’s not like me to focus on positive things, and it feels weird. I’m just not that kind of person. I look sideways at things: looking for the shadow that is, in my experience, hiding in wait to bite.

But maybe I can learn, still, to see the silver lining that mom said was in every cloud?


My good old man Spot has a new problem – this time his guts. A vet visit came away with this cat bed, that he chose himself, and a cocktail of drugs in liquid form that he HATED. Seriously, I’ve never seen a cat gag at the idea of something being put into his mouth before. It didn’t work, either. Wednesday he goes back in for a biopsy of his intestines. I suppose the vets wouldn’t even suggest it if he wasn’t robust enough to handle the procedure. The cocktail did make him feel better, anyway – he’s as playful and cuddly as you could want out of an old man kitty.


Lokii also loves the new bed. But Spot has set down clear rules that if he is in the bed, it is his territory and Lokes can just piss off! Poor daft Lokii thinks they can share…nope!

So the silver lining is that we bought a cat bed that the cats actually like. It might be a first!

Please… A plea from the Heart

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I know I personally don’t like to sign up to anything online that wants my email address. But The Petition Site has proven to me that they don’t sell my address over the years I’ve used it. You also can opt out of posting your name publicly.

So please – if you are reluctant to sign an online petition for those reasons, change your mind for this? “Stop killing stray dogs/cats and initiate a humane Stray Animal Management in Bar, Montenegro

One of the first blogs I ever followed and had follow me in return was all about a simply stunning Oriental Shorthair named Osyaka. In the years that we have been blog buddies, I have come to call her a friend.

However, what she does when not taking stunning photos of her beautiful cat is heart-wrenchingly hard. Hard to read about, hard to see, and hard on her mentally, financially and physically.

My friend has a mission to help the cats of Montenegro, where she lives. It is a beautiful place, a member of the UN and an applicant to the European Union, with a harsh history of war and has only been independent since 2006. Montenegro is putting a lot of effort into to be a tourist destination and has had good success.

However, they aren’t taking care of their animals. Stray dogs and cats roam the streets. The dogs are roaming in packs and killing the stray cats. There are no shelters. Worst of all, the animals that don’t die by other means are being poisoned secretly without any interference by – and possibly the support of – the authorities.

Visit my friend’s blog here: The Cats of Montenegro Not updated recently, there are still enough photos and stories there to break your heart. Her Facebook page and Twitter have a lot of updates.

Please sign, please share. No one is listening unless we shout loud.

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/737/955/372/?taf_id=13820749&cid=fb_na#

 Dog pack running wild in Bar, Montenegro. 

  Moosia, who has a tumour and is getting surgery but will be back on the streets if no one adopts her.

  He used to have two eyes, before he got sick.