My older cat has a seizure (maybe) when hes cleaning himself and cranes his neck around to do his back....he will then , pretty much spasm and starts kicking and tryin to lick himself, rolls around and wets on everything!! If I happen to be too close he literally reaches and grabs my hand and CHOMPS down on my fingers...Hes ripped my little finger to where it needed a stitch. 2 1/2 mo. to 3 mo . later he nailed my ring finger and it was bad...he just kept chomping and ripping while im tryin to get him off me!! Then the other night he had one on my bed and I jumped up and leaned over to get a towel I keep handy for him and he grabbed my Thumb! Its severely swollen and going to dr. tomorrow.
My 14yo Cat over the last wk is not eating much & last nite laid on the floor, pee & poop jst came out
My 14yo cat, who I love more than anything... all of a sudden over the last week or so, has not been as friendly or social. She has stopped coming out to me in the morning for her daily treats, and last night she went into the bathroom and let out a fairly load "Meow". I went in there to see why she did that and she was breathing heavy and had her mouth open. I touched her and ran my hands over her like I do all the time and she just laid on her side and just kept breathing fast.. I then noticed that she had pooped a lil where she was laying. She then got up and took four or five steps and laid on the ground again, but this time she pooped and then (she was on the bathroom rug) I saw what I knew was urine spreading thru the rug.. and worse, she j ust laid there and didn't get up.. I was (and still am), horrified.. I laid on the floor all night with her, and though I know she is old for a cat, I can't bare to lose my little baby Girl...
Gigi and Bella
I thought it was the cutest thing when I left one day to go run an errand and when I came home Bella and Gigi were sleeping together. It was almost like they were overlapped and they were. Bella was sleeping on her stomach and Gigi was right on top of Bella's back!!! So cute :)
What kind of mix is my lab?
Maine Coon With Anxiety!
My husband and I have 2 two-year-old Maine Coon cats with very big but polar opposite personalities. While one is unbelievably confident - introducing himself to large dogs, excited to go for walks on his leash, and even loves trips to the vet - his brother has always been a little scairdy cat. From the time he was a kitten he would dart under the sofa whenever a new person would come through the door (it would take between 5-10 visits for him to get used to any of our family members, friends, etc.), he is afraid of any unknown noise (more than is normal ... even for cats), and will growl at any dog or cat he sees passing by our third-floor apartment window (and runs from window to window to watch intently until the animal is out of sight). He's also very attached to both of us, although me in particular. If he doesn't know where I am in the apartment he will start making this heart-wrenching, long and low crying sound (sounds like a baby crying), is often very attached to my things (he sleeps on my slippers every night and will cry for hours if they aren't there for him), and always hides behind my legs when he's in a stressful situation like the vet.
With the exception of the crying, we have never considered these things particularly problematic, just part of his quirky personality. He's the sweetest cat we've ever owned, following us from room to room and snuggling up on the couch with us to watch TV most nights. ... That is, until this week! We have just moved from Florida to Rhode Island, and I spent three days driving the 20 plus hours with the cats. Our anxious kitty was (as expected) not so happy the first day, but then the next two slept the entire trip and was even purring. We have moved him before (just to a different apartment across town when we lived in Florida) and he had no trouble adjusting, but he seems to really traumatized by this move. It's a 3-bedroom house (much bigger than any of our apartments) and he is seeing hardwood floors for the first time (which also means there is more noise overall in the house: footsteps, etc.), but I can't imagine that these things alone could have him so freaked out. There are no other cats/dogs walking by the windows and far more "perching" spots to keep an eye on his "people" in each room, so I expected him to feel more secure not less. He has been hiding in the basement and one of the bathrooms and will cry until I go get him. When he used to cry in the apartment we would call back to him, he would follow the sound of our voices and come running over. Now he won't budge from the spot and waits for me to come get him. The minute he gets spooked by something he takes off back into hiding and immediately begins the crying again. And worst of all, this morning he peed on this reusable fabric shopping bag that was on the kitchen floor ... right in front of us! I guess he was crying for attention to my husband who didn't respond quickly enough. I have been keeping a close eye on both cats, so I know they've both been using the litter box regularly since we've been here and it's been cleaned each day. We brought all of his toys with us, as well as this blanket he likes from the apartment, his food dishes, etc., so he would feel comfortable, and we've been using the Feliway Spray to help with the transition but this hasn't seemed to do much. Could it be that without our furniture and other things there yet there aren't enough familiar smells/things?
Anyone have any insight? Given his history of anxiety I'm wondering if I should find a new vet here pronto and ask about anxiety medication. He just visited the vet in Florida for a full check up last week before we left and he is in good health. I'm also doubtful that this is caused by competition for territory with his more confident brother: they have been inseparable since kitten-hood and he seems to cling to his brother as much as to us.
What breed is my puppy? Please help!
Whenever I adopted my little Dipper 3 months ago I was told by Humane Society that he was more than likely a Beagle/Jack Russel Mix. Ever since then he grew bigger and bigger and now (by the age of 5 months) people start asking me if he is a Pitbull mix. He surely doesn't look like a Jack Russel/Beagle. The photos that came closest were of Pitbull/Boxer Mixes but Dipper also has a longer nose that most. I'm very confused!!!I would like to know his breed so I can properly raise him and make sure he becomes a well behaved and happy dog!Thanks for your help!
I have a one year old female neutered tabby. I have had her 2 months. I have created a monster. She demands her dry food, Meow Mix, constantly. She can get into cabinets, so I store the food in a closet with bifold doors. She isn't obese yet. If I don't leave a cup of food for her overnight she gets into cabinets and makes a mess. email@example.com
are there are any cool games for cats?
Looking to play with my kitty tomorrow and I cant think of any fun games. Any thoughts or ideas?
My kitty died unexpectedly
My kitty of 11 years died unexpectedly Friday. I awoke to the sound of her moaning in distress. When I found her, she looked alarmed. I picked her up and she went limp in my arms. On the drive to the vet, her mouth opened and her tongue was out. The vet said she was severely dehydrated, likely for more than 24 hours. She was extremely limp and weak and in pain. She lost her urine, but her urine was clear. The vet said that was a bad sign, indicating the kidneys weren't working. He curtly told us she was dying. He offered hospitalization, tests and aggressive treatment, which he didn't believe she would survive, or he said we could take her home and try to nurse her with pedialite, antibiotics, baby food and pain medication, which is what we did. But at home, she declined rapidly- Becoming disoriented, unable to walk, crying in pain, etc. She died about 6 hours later. The vet said the urine analysis (but who knows what they tested it for) "suggested some diabetes," and that "there must have been something going on with her kidneys." That's it. She showed ZERO prior signs of kidney failure. She showed zero signs of ANY illness. I know they hide it well, but kidney failure does produce signs. We are confused, shocked and heartbroken. What could have happened? In the absence of any real information from the vet, I'm hoping someone here can offer some insight. Please help if you can. Thank you......
My kitty died unexpectedly - full story
My kitty of 11 years died over the weekend, and I'm left feeling heartbroken and bewildered by what happened. The vet could offer us little information, and was very impatient and insensitive with our questions. I'd like to describe what happened, and see if anyone here can shed any insight to help us understand what could have possible caused this sad and unexpected event:
Nonie was 11. We'd raised her from a kitten. I believe she was a Maine Coon. She was very active, very sprightly, very energetic, and above all else, extremely vocal. The whole neighborhood was charmed and amused by how much, and how intensely, she "talked" to people. She seemed to have an insatiable appetite her whole life, always "talking" when it was time to feed her. At times she seemed dissatisfied with her food, which we dismissed as her simply being picky, though now I'm feeling ill with guilt at the thought that perhaps she couldn't eat what we provided her.
Leading up to her death, she showed zero signs of illness. She was not lethargic. She was not overactive. She was not drinking more, drinking less, eating more, eating less. She was not crying more than usual. She was not going to dark places to be alone. She was not urinating less or urinating more (so far as we could obviously see), we did not find any diarrhea or vomit. Absolutely nothing was out of the ordinary. I know that cats are notorious at hiding their illnesses, but given what happened next, it seems extremely odd that NO signs would be present.
Friday morning, I was awoken by the sound of Nonie crying out. It was different from her usual "talking." She sounded in distress. I assume she was probably trapped somewhere, so I got up and set out to find her. I found her sitting in the hallway. She looked deep into my eyes, and let out a loud, distressed moan. It was obvious she'd been calling for me. I picked her up, and her body felt extremely weak and limp in my arms. She closed her eyes, and the moaning ceased, but she was clearly in distress. On the drive to the vet ER, her mouth opened and her tongue hung out as though she was panting, though her breathing was not heavy.
At the vet, she was just as sedated, despite knowing that she must have clearly been nervous about the dogs and other stressors of a vet's office. In the examining room, she was very limp on the table, clearly very sick. She moaned out a few more times as the vet examined her. He touched her a few places, and pulled her eyes back, and said she was severely dehydrated. He said the dehydration looked like it had been longer than 24 hours. At one point, she lost her urine. But the urine was clear.
The vet explained that the clear urine was a bad sign, because if she was dehydrated, her urine should have been dark yellow. He said that clear urine from a dehydrated body meant that the kidneys were not working, were not flushing out the toxins. He took a sample of the urine for analysis.
He then curtly told us our cat was dying, and that there was little hope. We were totally shocked. He said we could hospitalize her, run a number of tests, and, if we found it to be kidney failure, put her on their version of dialysis, but A) he didn't know if it would help (in the event that she was too far gone), and B) he didn't know if she would survive it, if she was already close to death. He also said it would be close to $1,000, which we did not have.
We asked if there was anything we could try at home. He said we could try taking her home with some antibiotics and pain killers to give her through a mouth syringe, and to feed her some pedialite and baby food the sameway. We agreed to try this. In the meantime, he gave her some fluids, antibiotics and a pain shot.
On the drive home, her mouth fell open again and she moaned more. By the time we got home, she had clearly deteriorated significantly. We tried to make her comfortable on the bed, but at one point she got a bout of strenght and tried to get off it, but she fell to the ground and couldn't move, and moaned horribly. I cradled her, but she panicked and tried to run under the dresser. Because she was so weak and disoriented, however, she stumbled and couldn't hold herself straight, eventually just banging into the side of the dresser. It was truly heartbreaking to witness.
I took her and placed her on some blankets, where she proceeded to decline rapidly, trying to get comfortable, moaning occasionally. She eventually dragged herself under the bed, so I placed her on blankets under the bed and tried to give her some pain medication. The end was near, and I wanted her to die comfortably.
Shortly thereafter, she slept- Curled in a ball for the first hour, and then she dragged into a different position and slept. Within the last hour, her legs moved gently as though she was running in her sleep. Then, finally, it looked as though she had stopped breathing, however she "squeaked" every 30 seconds or so, presumably taking her lasts few breaths. Her life ended with her a brief, swift jolt of motion from her body, most likely the body's last fight. And then she was gone. We found her at 9am, and she was gone by 6pm. The entire episode took about 7 hours, and moved so very quickly.
The vet called the next day to say that her urine suggested there may have been diabetes, and that "she must have had something going on with her kidney as well." I do know, however, that stress can cause raised glucose levels, so I question the diabetes claim.
We are heartbroken, stunned, and confused. I realize knowledge won't bring her back, but we are feeling sick over the suddenness of the death, and a thousand scenarios are running through our minds, many of them leading us to believe we must have somehow been responsible.
As the vet has given us very little, and google searches have lead me nowhere, I'm reaching out in hopes that anyone here can help shed some light on what might have happened to our beloved Nonie. As it happened so suddenly, and so dramatically, we are truly at a loss. Any insight would be helpful.
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