Zoey, Part 5: The Vet Visit

I had recently become Facebook friends with a very nice guy named John.* He worked at the local SPCA, we had mutual friends, and our paths had crossed several times in the past.

I messaged John and he was swift in responding. He was free that day, and would try to get in touch with his vet friend and see if she could make time for an emergency visit. Luckily, she could!

I realized that if she was going to be admitted to a veterinary clinic, this kitten would need a name. No more Deejling, the nickname I’d given her because she so strongly resembled my late, great, cat Deej. I had scribbled a list of potential names in a notebook and I looked them over now:

Sadie, Evie, Maizie, Paislee, Gracie…

 

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Who do I look like?

None of them seemed to fit. She was a quirky little cat, headstrong, stubborn and very much a survivor. (That nasty throat puncture could have been fatal!) She needed a whimsical name, one that was as full of personality as she was.

I decided on “Zoey.” The name has Greek roots and actually means “life.” How appropriate; not only was this baby as lively as could be, she was lucky to be alive at all, considering the gory puncture wound on her throat. 

John drove Zoey and I to a veterinary office on the outskirts of the city. We waited outside the small building until the doctor pulled in the driveway.

Introductions were quickly made. Dr. Amy* unlocked the building and we followed her in. In the examination room, she tried her best to assess Zoey’s condition. I say this, because the kitty was hard to wrangle. She wanted to explore everything in the room, not sit still on a silly table!

 

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John tries to hold Zoey still

 

Dr. Amy did manage to get her weighed: a scant 5.1 lbs. The hole in her throat was, as I’d guessed, most likely caused by a dog bite. The rest of her scratches, however, were deemed self-inflicted; Zoey had been scratching herself due to a flea allergy. So, a topical flea med was applied. The doctor observed that Zoey was a bit sneezy and diagnosed her with an upper respiratory infection. I was given liquid drops to take care of that problem, plus antibacterial wipes with which to clean Zoey’s wounds.

I was feeling so relieved when we got out of there, that Zoey was going to be just fine with a little TLC, and grateful to John and Dr. Amy for their help.

But things wouldn’t stay all rosy for long….

 

*AUTHOR’S NOTE: Names of humans in this story have been changed to protect their privacy.

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Zoey, Part Three: the Transformation

One day, I was surprised to see the Deejling waiting outside on the sidewalk when I was walking home from work. And even more astounded when the little one followed at my heels down the long driveway that led to my front door! How cute, I thought. It’s following me like a puppy dog!

I fed the baby kitty on the front stoop, as usual. From the house, my two adult cats beheld the sight with jealousy from their perch by the living room window.

 

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Nom, nom, nom!

 

It wasn’t long before the kitten trusted me enough to pick her up. I was able get a peek under its tail. The Deejling was a She! I’d have to think of a new name for her.

One morning, the little kitty tried to follow me to work. Picture this: it’s 4AM, still pitch black outside. I’m trying to walk the half-mile to the radio station, and this spunky, wee kitty chased me for a whole city block. I picked the cat up and carried her back to my yard. This scenario played itself out three times. I realized that the stubborn kitty was not giving up. What should  I do?  Should I carry her to work with me? What would she do in the studio for six hours? What about a litter box? I couldn’t leave her in the house with my two cats, who might hurt the defenseless kitten. Ultimately, I outwitted her by giving her a little more food. As soon as she started eating, I bolted!

I was very flattered by the kitten’s sudden infatuation with me. I thought about her often during my air shift. Was she a stray? Should I try to tame her and take her in? Would I be premature in coming up with a name for her? I didn’t want to get too attached, only to find she belonged to somebody.

Little did I know that I’d be forced to make some important decisions sooner than expected….

 

Happy Birthday, Milo!

Yep, I have yet another cat with an April birthday… both of my furbabies are Aries! Today, my younger kitty, Milo Cyrus, turns 3 years old! He is a loverboy, a clown, a purrbucket, and most of all, a friend. I acquired Milo when he was a 5-month-old, unwanted kitten. I did not know at the time I brought him into my home that he had “special needs”… he was born with an eye disorder requiring daily attention. He has thrived and is a healthy, big boy who loves being loved, and giving that love back tenfold to me. I’m so lucky to be Milo’s Mom! Sweet Milo

My Life With Cats: The Book!!!

I am very excited to announce that My Life With Cats is now more than just a blog… It’s a book!

 

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If you enjoy following the Adventures of Jinx and Milo online, you’ll surely love reading about more kitties who’ve left their pawprints on my heart over the years, like Mickey, Sylvia, Deej, Brutus, Oliver… and the list goes on.

Some of the stories in this collection are funny, others are incredibly sad, but every one is true.

You can order my book for just $11 on Amazon by clicking here. A portion of the proceeds will be donated to a local cat rescue group, Caring For Cats.

Most Gratefully,

Holly E. Gaskin

PROUD CAT MOM!!!

 

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A Snowy Day

If you enjoyed my blog entry entitled “The Stray Cat That Wasn’t,” I hope you’ll also like this follow-up about Snowy, the Neighbor Cat.

Snowy is an indoor-outdoor cat who enjoys roaming the neighborhood, begging for food. He knows I always have a treat for him, so this is a common sight when I open my front door:

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“Lemme in! Feed me!”

However, my two cats disapprove of this fluffy little intruder encroaching upon their territory. Look at the expression on Milo’s face when he hears Snowy meowing outside:

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“Not HIM again!”

And Jinx doesn’t like him much better.

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Snowy: “Hi!”  Jinx: “Bug off!”

Well, one particular cold and windy day, I saw Snowy had gotten locked outside (his humans weren’t home). Not wanting him to catch a cold, I let him in and kept him indoors for most of the day. My cats rudely avoided him, other than the occasional warning “Hissss!”

Meanwhile, Snowy had fun exploring the kitchen.

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After tuckering himself out, Snowy curled up in a bowl atop the refrigerator and snoozed the day away.

Meanwhile, Jinx kept looking at me like this:

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“That fleabag has GOT to GO!!!”

So, when I heard Snowy’s Dad come home, I carried the kitty next door and returned him to his rightful owner. I was disappointed that Jinx and Milo didn’t want to make friends with Snowy. Socializing cats is not an easy task. So now, whenever I see THIS:

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“Got Friskies?”

I just feed Snowy outside on the porch.

 

Snowflake Returns

First of all, thanks for all the “likes” on my last post, The Stray Cat That Wasn’t. Since then, Snowflake has dropped by a few more times for a visit. I asked his human Dad if it’s okay to give him treats and he said sure.

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“Mmm.. nom! nom! nom!”

I noticed that Snowflake has a, shall we say, unique voice. He sounds more like he is quacking than meowing. My former cat, Tiffany, who is a Turkish Angora, has a similar voice. The Ex and I used to call her “Quackety Cat.” Is this just a coincidence, or is the hoarse “meow” a common trait of the Angora breed?

Here is a short video of a recent conversation I had with Snowflake, so you can hear his funny voice. I look forward to your feedback!