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Sofius Katus Ear-Nonfoldus (Sofie), TheoKatus Ear-Nonfoldus (Theodore)
GoofyKat was our first child (he had the wrong name nearly the whole
time, until our son renamed him). We saved him a couple of days after we
were married. We happened to go to the SPCA and just as we did, someone
brought in a box of kittens. Jamie wandered over and took a peek. She
opened up the door, and the first one to wander out was the one we took
home. Jamie said he was the bravest of them all. Boy, were we surprised!
StupidKat is black with a white belly and all four paws. So, his name
started out to be Mittens. But, as time progressed and he did all the
silly little things a kitten did, we kept saying "Man, what a stupid
cat!" And it just stuck. He will NOT answer to mittens. He only comes
when we call him by his name--StupidKat. He learned to play fetch. He
loved to climb up people. But the silliest thing of all--he played, what
we called puss-n-boots. StupidKat has foam golf balls. He used to put
them in Anthony's Army boots. Then he would stick his head all the way
in the boots and bat at the out side of the boot like he was playing
with the ball. Then, he would pull his head out and put his paw in
the boot. And the whole process would repeat. Every time we witnessed this
all we could hear was StupidKat saying to himself "I can see the ball,
but can't feel it. Then, I can feel it and not see it. What's going on!"
You tell me that's not a stupid cat!
Jan 16 2006, we took our oldest cat (GoofyKat, 16) to the vet. His
insulin will be discontinued and we wanted to get a new prescription.
Well, before the blood work came back, the vet offered us a new insulin
along with a diet of prescription food (much like the Atkins diet). We
would have to make the transition over the next couple of months. After
the blood work came back, however, things didn't look so good. His blood
sugar levels were actually quite good (212). But there were about 5 or 6
different things that came back very wrong in his blood. He had kidney
failure. The vet gave us some options, but had little hope. Because he's
diabetic most of the treatment for liver failure would actually end up
hurting his sugar levels. And, if we continued with the new insulin and
diet, it could aggravate and and speed up his kidney failure. We could
also do dialysis and clean out his kidney. Nothing is guaranteed and the
added diabetes complicates things even more. The vet also said we could
just take him home, change nothing, and spoil the heck out of him these
next few months. He's 16. He was our first baby. We got him a few days
after we got married. This is so hard. It's going to be even harder when
he gets so sick we cannot help him and will have to put him down.
GoofyKat passed over the Rainbow Bridge, 19 Apr 2006 at 2:30pm.
1989-Apr 19, 2006
MikeyKat got his name in about an hour from the time we got him
home! It was about lunch time and Anthony made a peanut butter and
jelly sandwich. The grey cat just looked at him crooked and begged.
So, Anthony offered it to him. The grey cat not only sniffed and
nibbled it; but, once he caught a whiff of that peanut butter, he
snatched the entire sandwich out of Anthony's hand and RAN! About an
hour later, we had chocolate cake and the cat did the same thing. So
we set up an experiment to see what he DID NOT eat. Wasn't much! He
seems to like peanut butter the best, then chocolate. He eats
vegetable oil, pickles and coffee grounds (found one morning when
the trash was knocked over and the grounds were nearly gone), he
practically eats everything (hence the name--Mikey) We discovered he
will not eat anything he cannot smell--i.e. plain yogurt and sour
cream. So, needless to say, he has gained quite a few pounds since
we first got him.
Within 3 weeks, MikeyKat went from 17 lbs to 11lbs. He wasn't eating, he couldn't walk. He was sleeping too much, hiding and such. At first we contributed it to his hearing loss. But, when he stopped eating....and Mikey never turned down food....that's when we knew something was horribly wrong. When I took him to the vet yesterday, his temp was 96 and the vet did the blood work. His test came back renal failure. The vet said with his temperature the way it was and how he was acting, he didn't have much longer. I brought him home and spent one last night with him....my MikeyKat....and now, I don't have him anymore. He loved everyone, unconditionally.
To this day, I still call out for him. On occasion, I
call one of my other cat's his name, sort of a Freudian slip. Little
things Theo does reminds me of him. I still cry for him. And we
still have yet to bury him and make his memorial. I miss him
terribly. I am still trying to work through it all....
1991 -Oct 10, 2007
We knew we wanted to get a Scottish Fold. We had seen them so much at Cat Shows, researching their personality and their character. Besides a true folded fold is so adorable! After much research we had determined that MikeyKat was really a non-folded Fold. When we decided to get another cat, after GoofyKat passed, we looked around for a Scottish Fold Breeder in our area. There was a breeder about 80 miles from us that we see each year at the Cat Show. Luckily, we found on closer, in our home town. Ironically, she and Linnea (the one 80 miles from us) were corroborating together. Lizz did not have a litter at this time, but she was working with Linnea . She had paired up one of her girls to one of Linnea's boys and was hoping within a few months to be expecting. It didn't take long, thankfully, and on May 10th, a litter was born. Of course, the breeder gets first pick and Liz wanted to see how many, if any, folded back down. Nine weeks went by and unfortunately, not a single kitten's ears folded.
When we went to visit Lizz and her kittens, it was amazing. Joshua was trying to get all the kittens to play with him with string and balls. It was only Sofie who pounced out from her hiding place to attack the little pop pom Joshua has just threw. It scared him so bad he squealed. Lizz was so flabbergasted. She said Sofie was the only one in the litter who did not have a personality. Apparently, she was waiting until her human came so she could shine! She picked Joshua that day. And every night she watches over him from somewhere in his room. When she thinks he needs to be awake, she will head butt him or stuff her whiskers up his nose. She puts up with so much from such a rambunctious little boy. She is definitely his kitty, and he is definitely her human.
Theo came from the same litter as Sofie. He is our tender soul. It was such a sweet gesture when Lizz said we could take him along with his sister. But when we came to pick them both up, Theo freaked so bad he tore Lizz up. We were so afraid he would not work out. But we were determined to make it work. We met on neutral ground the second time. Lizz brought him to the cat show with her and he stayed in his carrier. We met her there and did a quick change up and brought him home. It wasn't as bad as the last time. When we got home, we just opened the door to the carrier and let him come out on his own terms. He had been without his sister for a week or so. Lizz had said when she left, he cried for her every night. But when he saw her at our house, it was like he didn't remember her. After a few hours, Theo had ventured out and made his way to his "safe spot" in our room. It didn't take too long for him to get used to us, but he freaked at any sudden movement. I don't think he really likes Joshua much. :)
It's been a few years now, and Theo has warmed nicely to us. He's not a lap cat, he doesn't like to be picked up much, and he still freaks at any loud noise. But he is such a loving cat. He has such a tender soul. We love him and will take care of him forever.
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