Having raised and lost many, many cats throughout the years, I’ve come to know the signs of a lot of diseases befalling our sweet felines. This, by no means, guarantees that I know everything. I am still learning. However, with this blog, I will attempt to enlighten those that want to know what they can do, aside from running to the Vet every other day, to prolong the lives of their fur-babies and help them continue to grow old and happy.
I had 26 cats in my home at one point, many years ago. It was NOT by choice. I am NOT a breeder. I was happy with my 5 cats. They were happy, all was well in my world. Then little kids came by and begged me to take 2 little kittens that their Momma wouldn’t let them have. What can I say? I’ve never met a kitten I didn’t like. Then, BOOM, almost within 3 months of each other, I ended up with 3 pregnant females in my backyard. When it came time to find homes for the babies…..I wasn’t very successful. One family wanted to adopt a kitten but he’d have to live in the garage because the Dad didn’t like cats. No. Nope. Nada. So….they grew up in my house. They all had their first shots, they all were spayed and neutered. I was a responsible cat Momma.
Until Darby died from FIP. He was just a baby – the twin of Colby. I was devastated. After doing a lot of research, I realized that sometimes, the vaccination for Feline Leukemia can trigger the FIP reaction in a cat. All my cats were vaccinated for both of those dreadful diseases. It broke my heart. 22 years later, only 3 of my cats have gone to a Vet.
I don’t disrespect Veterinarians at all! I’ve met some wonderful, compassionate miracle workers in my time, but….that doesn’t mean they know everything. And I’ve found that a good medicine cabinet full of homeopathic medicine works just as well, if not better, than some of the harsh chemicals that end up in our feline friends from the doctors.
I’ve had my trials and tribulations because knowledge doesn’t come out of one book. It comes out of MANY books. And if I can give someone some answers to their questions without them having to do the years of research I’ve done, then I’m happy to do so. Smudge’s brothers and sisters (there were 6 of them) lived long, happy, healthy lives. Smudge, Moe and their sister Taylor are the 3 left and I will do what I can to keep them healthy and young. Just because they have an illness, there is no good reason to euthanize them. Personally, I prefer that they die at home in my arms, as opposed to a clinical office, but that’s a story for another time!