My Best Boy.
Sep. 7th, 2011 11:02 pmThis is the oldest of my three cats (all boys).
Back when he was a few pounds heavier.

He always looks a little stoned to me, which is appropriate with how I got him.

I named him Audrey, but now we just call him Papa Bear.
I got him back when I lived in a pretty shit neighborhood. This girl I knew growing up lived around the corner from me with her drug-dealing boyfriend. One night, in the middle of the night, their neighbors just up and left. Were skipping out on the rent or some such thing. After three days, my friend hears this cat crying, all these terrible cat noises, from the garage of her old neighbor. This goes on and on for a few days and finally they can't take it anymore and her boyfriend busts in a garage window to save the cat. It was a momma and it had given birth to some babies. Sadly, the momma and all the kittens had died - save for one.
They took him in and had him about three weeks, but he kept peeing on the plants. And by plants, I mean the drug-dealing boyfriends livelihood. So she brings this kitten to my door one day and begs me to take it, worried that her boyfriend might just throw him out if he pees on the plants one more time.
He was so young, that I still couldn't tell if he was a boy or a girl, and since growing up all my cats had been girls, my brain immediately went to naming him a girl's name - Audrey. When I realized he was a boy, I started calling him 'Drey instead.
When he was not quite two, we moved in with my mom, who had a female cat - (Zippo, the one my sister lost last October) - and neither of the cats were fixed. My boy lasted until I had carried about half my boxes into the house before he was on her. A few months later - babies. (my other two are from this litter).
The mama cat didn't want anything to do with the babies - she tolerated feeding them, but Audrey did everything else for them. Taught them to eat real food, taught them to groom themselves, taught them to use the litter, taught them to "hunt". Hence why he got the name "Papa Bear". Even a few summers ago, when my sister brought home the stray kittens, he groomed them and cared for them like they were his own.
The last year he has gotten really cranky and we just found out that he has serious arthritis in his hind legs and has lost a ton of muscle there. He seems perfectly happy, just seems like he has more trouble walking, especially on stairs. But more and more, he seems kind of confused. He has had IBS (bowel issues) for the last 6 years or so, but they just treat him with steroid shots for that, though they stepped up the dosage when they diagnosed the arthritis. He is only 13, he shouldn't have so many problems yet.
He is really sick tonight with "uncontrollable bathroom issues". And some dry-heaving. I'm going to have to take him to the vet tomorrow and see what they say is going on. I know most cats don't live to be 24 like my mom's last cat did - but 13 seems too young for all this.
I just feel very sad and anxious about it all right now. He is locked in a dog crate in my room at the moment, to keep him from going to the bathroom around the house, which he was doing earlier - so I'm going to get into bed and turn off the lights and hope that helps him settle down.
I know a good Mama isn't suppose to have favorites - but Papa Bear is mine.
Back when he was a few pounds heavier.
He always looks a little stoned to me, which is appropriate with how I got him.
I named him Audrey, but now we just call him Papa Bear.
I got him back when I lived in a pretty shit neighborhood. This girl I knew growing up lived around the corner from me with her drug-dealing boyfriend. One night, in the middle of the night, their neighbors just up and left. Were skipping out on the rent or some such thing. After three days, my friend hears this cat crying, all these terrible cat noises, from the garage of her old neighbor. This goes on and on for a few days and finally they can't take it anymore and her boyfriend busts in a garage window to save the cat. It was a momma and it had given birth to some babies. Sadly, the momma and all the kittens had died - save for one.
They took him in and had him about three weeks, but he kept peeing on the plants. And by plants, I mean the drug-dealing boyfriends livelihood. So she brings this kitten to my door one day and begs me to take it, worried that her boyfriend might just throw him out if he pees on the plants one more time.
He was so young, that I still couldn't tell if he was a boy or a girl, and since growing up all my cats had been girls, my brain immediately went to naming him a girl's name - Audrey. When I realized he was a boy, I started calling him 'Drey instead.
When he was not quite two, we moved in with my mom, who had a female cat - (Zippo, the one my sister lost last October) - and neither of the cats were fixed. My boy lasted until I had carried about half my boxes into the house before he was on her. A few months later - babies. (my other two are from this litter).
The mama cat didn't want anything to do with the babies - she tolerated feeding them, but Audrey did everything else for them. Taught them to eat real food, taught them to groom themselves, taught them to use the litter, taught them to "hunt". Hence why he got the name "Papa Bear". Even a few summers ago, when my sister brought home the stray kittens, he groomed them and cared for them like they were his own.
The last year he has gotten really cranky and we just found out that he has serious arthritis in his hind legs and has lost a ton of muscle there. He seems perfectly happy, just seems like he has more trouble walking, especially on stairs. But more and more, he seems kind of confused. He has had IBS (bowel issues) for the last 6 years or so, but they just treat him with steroid shots for that, though they stepped up the dosage when they diagnosed the arthritis. He is only 13, he shouldn't have so many problems yet.
He is really sick tonight with "uncontrollable bathroom issues". And some dry-heaving. I'm going to have to take him to the vet tomorrow and see what they say is going on. I know most cats don't live to be 24 like my mom's last cat did - but 13 seems too young for all this.
I just feel very sad and anxious about it all right now. He is locked in a dog crate in my room at the moment, to keep him from going to the bathroom around the house, which he was doing earlier - so I'm going to get into bed and turn off the lights and hope that helps him settle down.
I know a good Mama isn't suppose to have favorites - but Papa Bear is mine.
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Date: 2011-09-10 01:57 am (UTC)He is home now and feeling much better. They said he had the flu and was very dehydrayted. Because of his age and the meds he is on for other things, they figure it'll be far more easy for him to catch viruses and such. Hopefully it won't happen too often, as he weighs so little already.
We had a nice cuddle and now he is asleep with his favorite pillow.
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Date: 2011-09-08 03:34 am (UTC)Here's a funny story to lift your spirits...Butternut, my kitteh (see icon) was sleeping on my bed this evening when we heard the unmistakeable hhhrghda hhhrghda hhrghda coming from underneath the covers! She didn't even bother to get down from my bed! So I rushed over, banged my leg on the edge of my very sharp IKEA Malm bed (damn those Swedes), and grabbed her from beneath the covers just in time to put her on the hard wood floor to let her hork up the hairball. Crazy cat!
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Date: 2011-09-10 02:02 am (UTC)Butternut was very comfy under the covers - she can't be bothered to get out just to hack up a hairball! Don't be ridiculous. ;)
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Date: 2011-09-10 02:08 am (UTC)Yeah, it does sound like your cat is having kidney issues. /hugs for your kitty/
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Date: 2011-09-08 10:10 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2011-09-08 11:10 am (UTC)Heh, he could get a job as a drug-sniffing cat! Though he would be more like a drug-peeing cat. Still, pretty nifty!
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Date: 2011-09-10 02:11 am (UTC)lol I'd like to see someone try to walk him through the luggage at the international airport though, while he sniffed around and decided which bag to pee on and suss out the drug smugglers!
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Date: 2011-09-10 02:16 am (UTC)I do love how I got my Papa - when my childhood friend showed up at my apartment, she was like, "He keeps peeing on the plants, and these plants are, um, well..." And I was all, "I understand what plants you mean. Hand the kitten over." ;)
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Date: 2011-09-09 10:56 am (UTC)The story of how you got him is awesome. :) I'll be keeping good thoughts for you guys.
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Date: 2011-09-10 02:23 am (UTC)I am forever grateful that my childhood friend needled the boyfriend until he broke into that garage and got my baby. I find it funny that for once he was breaking the law to do good, instead of crime. ;)
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Date: 2011-09-10 11:47 pm (UTC)Keeping my fingers crossed that Papa Bear has many more years with you.
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Date: 2011-09-13 02:49 am (UTC)I'm sorry to hear abour your friend's cat - that is the kind of thing I worry about for Papa Bear, since his health has never been that good. We have never had a cat who spent years in bad health before - it is very nerve-wracking. I hope your friend has more than one cat. I am very grateful that my sister had gotten two kittens the year before her girl-cat got sick - if she hadn't already had the other cats, I know she never would have gone out and gotten a new animal again. This way she had someone to comfort her (and by this I mean lick her nose after she lost Zippo).
Papa actually seems to feel better than he has in a long time. I think he may have been sick for awhile and I didn't notice because he is usually so inactive anyways.
Thank you for your good wishes!