Showing posts with label Cotton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cotton. Show all posts

Friday, July 11, 2014

Fat Cat ... Needs Advice

While I've taken some time off from the foster blog for a while, I've got a problem with my own cats and I'm looking for advice.

You might remember some of my past posts about my cat brood. 
There's Lorenza, the mother figure and calming influence.
 
 

Then came Colleen, terrified of life - but (you'll be happy to hear) is doing so much better now that we discovered all she needed some pain relief.
 
She was followed closely by Cotton, my own grumpy cat (who really wants to be an only cat).

And then there's Davey, my own true foster failure.

While Colleen has received a lion's share of attention lately, it's now Davey who is my current problem child.  Throughout my life, I've been lucky enough with cats that we've been able to feed wet food a couple of times a day, supplemented with dry food in a free-feeding bowl.  To date, none of my cats abused this practice and all maintained a healthy weight during their very, very long lives.

At our annual vet visit last fall, the girls had kept their girlish figures, but the boys had put on a few LBs.  Time to change things up.  I'd be happy to be able to stop free-feeding altogether, but I can't get all four cats to co-operate.

Lorenza is the only cat I've ever met that simply won't eat wet food.  Turns her nose up at every option offered.  She's a grazer.  She'll eat a couple of mouthfuls here, a couple there.  Until very recently, she wouldn't even eat if there was anyone else in the room (human or cat).  Somehow she still managed to keep a nice healthy weight and very shiny black coat that has little shedding.

Colleen now has to be medicated once a day.  Unless she's kept contained in a small room 24/7, she's still not at a point where she can be picked up and managed.  She's just starting to approach me (at arm's length) for scratching & petting - and then only at night when I'm lying down.  She's made amazing progress in her journey and I'm encouraged by her daily.  That said, the easiest way to medicate her is to add her dosage (it's in liquid form) to her nightly wet food.  Colleen rarely eats dry food.  She has to be fed in a separate part of the house (to keep the boys from raiding her dish).  Now that I can touch her daily, I can tell that she's been able to put on some weight (before the pain meds, she was skinny & boney from stress).  To keep her stress levels down and to encourage her to make further progress on her journey to trust humans, I have not recaptured her or subjected her to small quarters for a while.  Also, the foster kittens have been quartered in the space I would have used for Colleen.  It's a juggling act.

So, we have one girl who only eats dry food and one who only eats wet food.  Both with issues about space and companionship at mealtime ('don't touch me!' ... 'don't look at me!').

Then there's the boys.  Both of my gentlemen are larger cats.  Nothing petite about them.  Cotton came to me fairly young, but 'full-grown' (I inherited him from a cousin who passed).  She used to allow him to be an indoor-outdoor cat and I'm sure his adventures allowed him to burn off more calories than he does at my house.  Here, he's strictly indoors (and doesn't seem to mind one bit).  He did, however, begin to gain weight and once he was over 15 lbs, it was obvious that he needed some intervention.  He never looked ungainly, but just a little rounder than he needed to be.  Probably ought to tip the scales between 12-14 lbs.  He gets mighty cranky when he's hungry, so he did use those old hunting skills to seek out the other bowls I had hidden around the house for the girls.  My house has a very open floor plan, so it's really difficult to create separate spaces without actually closing them up in bedrooms or bathrooms.  Although he fights getting on the scale, I think the no-free-feeding has had a desired effect.  He appears a bit sleeker and has less wattle in his belly.  However, when I stopped free feeding dry food, he became more aggressive to the other cats.  Sometimes, it looks like he's trying to play - but he's just not good at it.  I don't think he had siblings long enough during his early life to learn how to play nicely.  Mostly, he just hisses & strikes out, usually at Davey (his go-to punching bag). 

Yes, Davey.  All this long-winded story comes down to him.  My tiny little blind bundle of fluff has grown into an 18 pound long-haired sweetie.  But I don't want him to turn into a 20 or 25 pound sweetie.  Now Davey is from some large cat breed - definitely got some Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest Cat or something in those genes that makes him big-boned.  He's also a forager.  Being blind gives his nose an extra advantage and he can sniff out something edible anywhere in the house.  Also, being blind keeps his world pretty much down on the floor.  He never learned about 'up' unless he can climb (like up on a bed or chair).  Once he knows how high 'up' is on a surface, then he can gauge a jump.  Today, I found him snacking on the foster kitten chow.  I'd placed it up on the bathroom counter (where he's never been), but he found it by smell and climbed up there via the toilet seat.  Rascal.

So where are we?  4 cats - two will eat anything and everything they see; two are grazers and nibblers.  Open floorplan house.  3 of the 4 cats get freaked by small spaces or being 'trapped' behind closed doors.  Already using weight management foods and portion control, but requires a lot of human effort to get the grazers to eat sufficient amounts.

Does anyone else have feeding issues in a multi-cat household?  Any clever solutions?  Love to hear about them.

 

Monday, February 20, 2012

Blind-cat Davey - It's official, he's mine

January 24, 2012
It's official, I now have 4 cats.  I never wanted to have more than 2 at a time, but now it's double that.  People ask all the time how I can raise foster kittens and not want to keep them all.  It's easy - vet bills.  I love raising kittens, just really don't want to have a hundred cats. 

Today's addition is Davey, the little blind kitten that I've written about here in the past.  When I first started fostering him, it became quickly apparent that he could not see.  His eyes are permanently dialated, he doesn't 'track' movements, and he bumps into stuff everywhere.  Some of that is just kitten-clumbsy, but mostly he just can't see anything.

When he was checked out by the specialty vet, she determined that he has detached retinas - one fully detached and the other mostly detached.  If he has any vision at all, it is very little.  That's OK though, because he doesn't know the difference.  He gets along great, loves playing with toys that make noise (especially mylar crinkle balls!), and can find his way around the house just fine.  Never misses the litter box either - which is more than I can say for one of my other cats!




It's tough to get a picture of him that doesn't look weirdly freaky because his pupils are so wide open that the camera flash shows off the back of his eyes in nearly every shot.  His eyes don't really glow blue & red in real life.




He's growing fast.  Went from 3lb to 5lb in short order.  Loves terrorizing the older cats.  Lorenza is sweet & tolerates his kitten antics the best.  Cotton REALLY still wants to be an only cat.  Colleen isn't taking the new addition well and has started sleeping in the litter box (yuck).  More on her problems later.




Since there haven't been any fosters for a while, I'm sure you'll be seeing more about Davey soon.  If I can ever get the video edited, I've got the first day he walked 'down' stairs by himself - a very big milestone.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Happy, happy, joy, joy! - January 26, 2012

Colleen
I know, the blog has been quiet for a few weeks.  I haven't had any new fosters (just Davey, but he's got his own story).  This post is about one of my former fosters, Colleen.  She's a 'failed foster' - one of those kittens you just can't give up on.

Colleen is actually the cat who inspired this blog.  Although I didn't write about her while I fostered her, I started immediately after she went back to the shelter for adoption.  So a big THANK YOU Colleen for inspiring me to keep track of all the kittenhoods I've been privileged to watch over (even though I really hate to write).

Colleen came to me June 22, 2009 as a foster from my local shelter.  She was already about 6-7 weeks old and terrified.  She came in as a 'singleton' - a lone kitten without siblings or a mom cat.  I'm pretty good with the scaredy cats and I had a few young foster kittens at the time, so we tried to bring her into the bunch to give her a few friends to play with and learn more about being a happy kitten. 

Well, that didn't really work.  As soon as I got her to start walking around a little, it was clear that she was limping on one of her hind legs.  A trip back to the clinic for evaluation and across town to the specialty vet for x-rays determined that she had a severe break that couldn't be cast.  It had probably been broken quite a while.  The vets decided the best treatment was removal of the leg.  Poor girl. 

So, it was off to surgery. She came through well and was back to recover at my house.

Of course, she wasn't happy about it.














But after several weeks, she was running & playing with the other fosters. She reached the magic 2lb mark (tough to do missing a rear leg) and it was time to get spayed and go up for adoption.











So August 21, 2009, Colleen 'graduated' and was officially up for adoption.  Since she was already about 3 1/2 months old and had spent time around other cats, she was moved pretty quickly into the shelter's big cat community room.  She should have done well in there.  She even had a 3-legged buddy named Stewie (who lost his rear leg because the umbilical cord strangled his foot in utero).  They were a cute pair - one missing the right rear, the other missing the left rear.

Despite the attention of some super volunteers, Colleen took to hiding in the cubby holes.  Black cat + hiding = no adoption.  At the annual Home for the Holidays super adoption event, Stewie found his furever home.  Colleen did not.  Having a soft spot for black cats and also having lost my 23-year-old cat earlier in the year, I thought it was time to bring home a new permanent member to my household.

Colleen joined Lorenza - another black cat that I had adopted the previous January.  I'm sure they remembered each other from Colleen's foster time.  They were soon cuddled up every day.


My girls

Colleen was not cuddly with me.  She wanted nothing to do with me.  I decided to let her have her space as long as she was happy with Lorenza and eating well, it was OK with me.

Unfortunately for all of us, just a few weeks later one of my cousins passed away and I took in her cat, Cotton.  You can read all about his story here in the blog, just search 'Cotton's Tale'. 

Needless to say, Colleen's entry to the household kind of took a back seat because she wasn't the 'squeaky wheel' at the time.  She started fleeing from me whenever I walked into a room.  She became terrified of being touched.  She was always fine with cats, even all of the fosters, just not me.

Now for the 'happy, happy, joy, joy' part ... the cat who has been living as a feral in my house for the last 2 years and 3 weeks is FINALLY coming around!  Last fall she started approaching me - not close enough to touch, but just close enough to watch me.  AND she started PLAYING!  Loves a laser light.  Occasionally I'll hear her in the next room with the circle toy (a ball trapped in a plastic circle that most cats love).  In the last couple of weeks, she's been peeking up from the foot of the bed.  Just to keep an eye on me.


This week, she's decided to take over my bed as her new favorite sleeping spot.  Not when I'm in the room, but any other hour of the day.  EXCEPT ...  da da da dah! ... she is now sleeping on the bed at night!  So big!  And this morning  - hurray, hurray - SHE LET ME PET HER (happy dance).  Leaned into it, loved the chin scratch, a little shoulder rub. 

It's a good day.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Behinder I get, the Behinder I get ... August 2, 2011

I've tried, really.  There's just so much going on that I can't seem to catch up.

Where to start?  Let's see, 10 days ago I picked up a new mom & 6 tiny kittens (sorry, still no good pictures).  I thought all I'd have to deal with were a couple of fleas, but no-o-o-o...  Mom (Sailor) came down with major Upper Respiratory Infection, first in her throat - causing massive drooling.  She wasn't able to clean or care for her infant kittens very well and barely able to eat anything.  She lost her magnificent motor-boat purr.  Poor baby.  She's such a skinny little thing anyway.  After a couple of trips to the shelter clinic, we came home with a laundry list of meds - ValTorb for the sore throat, Vitamin C & Lysine to boost her immune system, and Colostrum to help with her milk production.  That seemed to help for a couple of days, but (of course) the URI expanded to her eyes & nose.  She stopped eating again.  Back to clinic for more meds, now MetaCam & Amoxicillin.  We'll beat those germs out of her yet!


Sailor loves her scratching post
She's taking better care of the babies now.  So far, they are still gaining weight, slowly, but still gaining.  It's some relief that at least I don't have to bottle feed them (keep your fingers crossed).  Sailor is such a sweetie-pie.  All she wants is to cuddle up and be held.  She takes her meds like a trooper.  When she can eat, she loves A/D mixed with a little KMR 'gravy'.


Camera shy?
The kittens (a little over 2 weeks old now) all have their eyes open (no goo, yea!).  There are a few sneezes, but so far, nothing like what Mom's got.  There will be pictures as soon as they are all cleaned up - and that promised toe-count!  We've got 5 boys and 1 girl - Driscoll, Drake, Hoover, Bentley, Brodie, and Pickles.  All gray-ish, tabby-ish polydactyl kittens.  From what I can tell right now, they WILL be a handful!


A rare quiet moment
Meanwhile, upstairs .... Creamy's kittens have been through Week 5 - one of my favorite weeks of kittenhood.  Running, jumping, bouncing, climbing, eating - all of life's important lessons crammed into one week of action-packed learning.  Did I mention climbing?  Where's the 'OFF' switch?  And who keeps missing the litterbox?  You guys know better than this!  Anyone who has raised little kittens knows, that first week of litterbox use, no matter how many times you scoop, the whole room reeks of kitten-poop.  Ew-ew-ew.


A Handsome Prince
Oh, and then there's the extra shelter kitty here on 'vacation' while the indoor/outdoor kennels get resurfaced?  Princey-Boy (or just Prince).  He's a beautiful Maine Coon, but slightly tempramental.  Would probably like to be an only cat.  He's 10 years old - turned in by his owners who claimed the reason as 'they have a 2 year old daughter'.  Not sure if their intention was to protect the cat or the kid.  He has taken up residence in the upstairs bathroom so that he can have 'a room of his own'.  I go in several times a day to say 'hi' and give him some love.  In the evenings, he gets to come out into the den with me for a little TV time.  He's still kind of nervous about the big change in his life.  He'll be here for a couple of weeks or so.


Lorenza (barely visible in cubby), Colleen (up top), Cotton
For those of you keeping track, when you add in my own 3 cats, thats 17, yep - seventeen cats in the house.  I think that's just one shy of official 'crazy cat lady' status.  Thank goodness for the two moms, even though they've both been sick, I couldn't have done it without them.

So now you know why there've been no posts, no pics, no videos.  I'm exhausted.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Scaredy Cat Central - Aug 24, 2010

Today I'm having my house professionally cleaned - a first for me, and I'm guessing for the cats, too.  To avoid any accidental escapes, the cats & kittens were banished to the garage for a couple of hours.  Although banished is a bit harsh; I set them up with all the comforts of home. 
Cotton is freaked out and hissing at everything that moves; but then, he does that to the kittens anyway.








Lorenza is hiding under the hot water heater.
Colleen is no where to be found.  She'll never forgive me.
It took 2 solid hours this morning to feed, medicate, clean, set up, chase, catch, and move everyone into their temporary quarters.





Kittens are taking it lying down - it's time for their mid-day nap anyway.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Cotton's Tale - 7/3/2010


It's been a while since I've updated about Cotton. He's doing REALLY well these days. Here's a pic of him 'helping' in the office. He follows me around the house. He's very curious about the foster kittens (but still scared silly of them all). He steals Colleen's dinner daily. He's generally turning into a real nice cat. Still a few kinks to work out, but all-in-all, a sweetie.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Cotton's Tale - May 7, 2010

More big milestones for Cotton...

Since he has come out of the bathroom, he has made friends with my girl-kitties. He recognizes that he is low man on the totem pole and defers to them for favorite sleeping spots, food, etc. Originally, he seems scared of them - it was hilarious to see a 6lb 3-legged cat chasing this big 14lb boy! Now it's all in fun, they chase each other around the house and he's taken to jumping out from behind a chair when one of them walks by, just to try to engage them. He has turned into quite a gentleman cat around the ladies.

Second big mark... last night he decided to jump up on my bed to see what he could find. He's been tempted before, but would never come all the way up. He's finally decided that it seems to be OK. Unfortunately for me, he decided this at 3am. But hey, a milestone to be celebrated at any hour.

Finally, this morning HE LET ME PICK HIM UP! (cue the happy-dance). No squirming, striking, or bite-threatening. Not so comfortable that he started purring, but still a HUGE step for this cat.

I think he's going to be a nice, happy cat after all. I knew he had it in him somewhere, if he'd just let it out.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Cotton's Tale - April 20, 2010

The big day is finally here! The vet cleared him and Cotton is finally out of quarantine. He's allowed to roam around the house now, but seriously, he's turning into a big chicken!

He's 14 lbs of hissing & scratching around me, but now that he can run free, he still clings to his own little bathroom. He won't come downstairs yet. When my two girl-kitties come upstairs at night, they run rings around him - literally. He's being chased down the hall by a 6lb, 3-legged girl-cat!

All that bravado was just bully-talk....he's really just a 'fraidy cat!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Cotton's Tale - 3 months - 4/13/2010


Big Day today!

Dr Silvia brought her mobile vet clinic to the house and gave Cotton the full workup. He wasn't nearly the terrible attack-cat that I expected him to be. Vaccines, blood draw, nail clip, flea treatment, and deworming!

Tomorrow, hopefully we'll find out that he is clear to be introduced to the rest of the household. It's taken him a long time to learn his 'indoor manners'. Last big hurdle will be the intro to my girls.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Cotton's Tale - 2 months - March 16, 2010


Yes, two months now. He's still essentially untouchable. Oh, he lets me pet him and an occasional scratch behind the ears, but there's still hissing & striking.


Big trama for him yesterday - he got moved to a bigger room. Took most of an hour to convince him to get back in the carrier for the trip upstairs. Wish I could trust him enough to just pick him up. I've got the battle scars to prove he's still a biter.


Oh, and now... he's got fleas. Where'd those come from?

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Cotton's Tale - 5 weeks


Hey, a breakthrough! He let me pick him up today! Hurray! Hurray! He was even purring while I put him in my lap. Didn't last too long. I guess he suddenly remembered he's not supposed to 'like' me.


There's much less hissing & striking now. I think he's finally ready to see the vet. Wonder how much that will set us back.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Cotton's Tale - Day Twenty-One - 2/6/2010


Three weeks; he's still living in the bathroom shower.

Cotton is making steady progress every day. Tonight, for the first time, he spent about 10 minutes curled up in my lap! He will now (generally) let me pet him (long strokes, no patting or scratching). He seems to look forward to spending time with me. I've kept him so isolated that I'm his only connection to the world outside his enclosure. He's calmed down tremendously since arriving, no doubt in large part to the full bottle of CALM DOWN he's ingested over the last three weeks (did I mention it's 13% alcohol?)

I've yet to attempt to pick him up. He still has schizophrenic episodes where he will turn from a purring, sweet kitty seeking attention to a snarling monster with teeth & claws bared. He seems to get over-stimulated and doesn't know what to do with the anxiety. Even when he's 'calm', his tail is swishing nervously.

All in all, I'm amazed at his progress. When I used to visit my cousin, I never saw him act this nicely in his former home (always hissing & growling). She let him get away with a lot of bad behavior. Now, I reward the good and walk away when he acts up. He's catching on. Since most cats don't crave human acceptance the same way dogs do, it's tough to see where we're making progress. Patience will win out in the end.

Can't seem to catch him looking sweet & loving in pictures. Maybe next time.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Cotton's Tale - Day Twelve - 1/28/2010

Hurray! He let me pet him today ... and ... he liked it!
And yes, there was even purring....
hurray, hurray, (happy dance)

Monday, January 25, 2010

Cotton's Tale - Day Nine - 1/25/2010

It's been a full week now. Cotton is showing signs of interest in what's happening outside his glass enclosure (or else he's plotting his escape).

Still the occasional outburst of angry swipes at my hand (always safely on the other side of the glass). Lots of growls & hisses, but that seems to be his regular tone of voice.

He now approaches the glass when I enter the room to visit. Still not really reaching out like a 'normal' cat, but he is significantly better than when he got here.

Oh, and whatever pitch or tar or engine gunk he had on his ear has finally come off. Guess it wasn't a wound after all. That's good, at least.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Cotton's Tale - Day Six - 1/22/2010

Good news... he's spending more time out of the crate.
Bad news... he's still hissing & spitting, striking & clawing.
This is one unhappy cat.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Cotton's Tale - Day Five - 1/21/2010



Cotton has now taken up residence behind the crate. I can pet him with the cotton bat toy and even touch him with my hand IF I have the toy strategically placed to catch the teeth and claws!




I'm adding Calm Down to his food (now that he's eating again). Don't know if it helps him, but it would help me... it's 13% alcohol.




Yesterday, he seemed interested in what might be going on outside the bathroom door. I think he's just plotting his escape. I heard him banging on the shower door last night. I'm sure he'll figure out he's heavy enough to open it if he tries hard enough.




Mostly, he sits behind the crate and occasionally growls & hisses when I come in to talk to him.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Cotton's Tale - Day Three - 1/19/2010

Third day in the crate... although he was out on top of it this morning when I checked in on him, he went right back inside. Still not eating much.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Cotton's Tale - Day Two - 1/18/2010


Well, it took more than 24 hours, but he finally moved! Not much, but he apparently came out of the crate & picked at the food a bit. Cotton now lets me touch him with a long pet toy without reacting. I think he's just gone more into his shell. Poor thing, his world has been turned upside down and he doesn't know what to do yet. Wait 'til he has to go to the vet. Since he has lived outside for most of two years, he'll need to be tested before I even think about introducing him to my girls.


Anyway, here's a picture. You can see he's not a happy camper.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Cotton's Tale - 8pm Day One

Rather than come out of his crate & move 1 foot to the litter box, Cotton decided to pee all over his crate & then cower in the corner. Drew first blood when I tried to change the towel, but I've had worse scratches from kitten play. He sure is scared.