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I was up in the middle of the night to check on my youngest (Weezer - 1 year) who suddenly came down with respiratory symptoms this eve. A quick google led me to this site as I wanted to check if tempting him with some KMR was a good thing. Now he is sleeping again, and he looks more relaxed; he is on his heated pillow and our "wood burning" (gas) stove warms us as I explore the site while watching over my little troublemaker.
And, now I am a member, because of the like voices I've read in this thread.
I started collecting cats and kittens years ago; I've made my fair share of mistakes but have also learned along the way. I'm no vet, but I tune into my beauties; as with Weezer, I knew immediately something was wrong by his body posture this evening. The sneezing started a few hours later, after all the food and drink I could tempt him with had been administered.
I am nothing short of "Mother" to all my cats. I have 5 now; their was a time I had 8; the numbers ebb and flow like some tidal force. What lured my into this thread were the voices of the abused and depressed cat owners here. I was emotionally abused as a child, which has played out as Bipolar Disorder (think extreme anxiety 24/7 punctuated by severe depressive episodes if you aren't sure what that means). Each cat I've had the pleasure of sharing my life with had been initially "earmarked" (figuratively) in some way in the beginning for a hard life. Like mine has been; somewhere between difficult and tragic. They were thrown out like trash, lost/likely abandoned, too sick to be bothered with, or just plain ignored: one by one they come to my drafty farmhouse - meals are warmed, pillows are plugged in, Christmases are spent at the vet when necessary, and the purrs always start to roll in as new friends - properly introduced - are made.
There is no doubt in my heart that much of my life goes to saving these creatures in the way that I wished to be saved for many years. If someone had taken notice, and felt a few of the things that I had felt, and scratched out a corner with a little compassion, well maybe I would have bloomed and grown like so many of my feline charges. Caring for my cats make me a happier, better person. I will continue giving the things that I see are lost to them, because it makes me as close to a well person as possible. Maybe even happy. Because they forgive my ignorance, and only wish to teach me more.
At this hour, I can't do the math and tell you how many cats I've had. I can only tell you that I've felt what it is to have loved every single one. And that is why I am here.
And, now I am a member, because of the like voices I've read in this thread.
I started collecting cats and kittens years ago; I've made my fair share of mistakes but have also learned along the way. I'm no vet, but I tune into my beauties; as with Weezer, I knew immediately something was wrong by his body posture this evening. The sneezing started a few hours later, after all the food and drink I could tempt him with had been administered.
I am nothing short of "Mother" to all my cats. I have 5 now; their was a time I had 8; the numbers ebb and flow like some tidal force. What lured my into this thread were the voices of the abused and depressed cat owners here. I was emotionally abused as a child, which has played out as Bipolar Disorder (think extreme anxiety 24/7 punctuated by severe depressive episodes if you aren't sure what that means). Each cat I've had the pleasure of sharing my life with had been initially "earmarked" (figuratively) in some way in the beginning for a hard life. Like mine has been; somewhere between difficult and tragic. They were thrown out like trash, lost/likely abandoned, too sick to be bothered with, or just plain ignored: one by one they come to my drafty farmhouse - meals are warmed, pillows are plugged in, Christmases are spent at the vet when necessary, and the purrs always start to roll in as new friends - properly introduced - are made.
There is no doubt in my heart that much of my life goes to saving these creatures in the way that I wished to be saved for many years. If someone had taken notice, and felt a few of the things that I had felt, and scratched out a corner with a little compassion, well maybe I would have bloomed and grown like so many of my feline charges. Caring for my cats make me a happier, better person. I will continue giving the things that I see are lost to them, because it makes me as close to a well person as possible. Maybe even happy. Because they forgive my ignorance, and only wish to teach me more.
At this hour, I can't do the math and tell you how many cats I've had. I can only tell you that I've felt what it is to have loved every single one. And that is why I am here.
