I am a cat lady, I admit. My hair sticks out, I arrive at places picking cat hair off my coat, and I talk about my cats. A lot. Mostly one cat, this guy:
Huxley VonCat
Then, my mom moved and she sent me her cat, this guy:
Ole CatFacedMeowmers
As you can see, I have two very large cats. And you can tell from these photos what their personalities are, right? Huxley is a little bit of a snob, an aloof cat that doesn’t usually like your attention. He won’t sit with you, but he’ll sit in the chair next to you. Ole is skittish, but loves to cuddle. Especially in the middle of the night when you’re trying to sleep.
They don’t really like each other, but it was kind of working.
Until Ole started seizing. After a sleepless night of pulling his seizing cat body out from weird hiding places and holding his head, I ended up with about $700 in vet bills (including $140 for Huxley’s annual shots, which he needed and which would prevent him from catching FiV if Ole might have it). Ole would black out, go stiff, shake wildly, come to, yowl, and go eat. This repeated every hour or so.
They found nothing at all. There’s not even evidence that he ate something weird, which would have probably shown up as liver damage. After a full day at the vet, he seized once right before I came to get him. Once I picked him up he turned into demon cat, freaking out so much the vets couldn’t get his collar on. I tried twice and he bit my hand very deeply. I cried, a lot, out of frustration and exhaustion and being ticked off to have this thing on my hands. Also, it was a close friend’s birthday, and I was very late because of the vet and crying incident and then totally not in the mood for porn trivia night. So.
Ole didn’t have any more seizures, or at least it didn’t look like it. He spent a few nights locked in the bathroom, isolated from Huxley and things he could hurt himself on. I spent a few nights at home having pie and getting some rest.
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“Porn trivia night”??? Sounds rad as hell. Also, Ole, no more seizures please. That totally sucks.
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