Any non cat lovers avert {and roll} your eyes. This is my third {and final} cat birthday installment for the year. My true baby, Juniper Pearl Berry, turned 8 this past weekend 🙂 She’s the most trusting cat I’ve known, carries her toys in her mouth and howls until you play with her, loves getting her belly rubbed, and is able to throw some seriously dirty looks if something doesn’t suit her.

Juniper comes with a tiny sob story since she was a very unhealthy kitten when we first got her, but she’s a trooper. She’s all good now. We found a lady who was looking after abandoned cats when we were in search for some additions to our family 8 years ago {insert dream sequence} …

The lady said she had a special kitten that would need particular attention. She brought out Juniper who was so weak  she could barely lift her head. So much sob! I took one look at her and knew she was mine. We brought her home along with another black kitten who we affectionately named Lucifer – my brothers cat. 

When Juniper was small she caught a bad chest infection {before we got her}. Her eyes were bad, her ears infected, her mouth had sores, and she had a bad cough. That is, until I mothered the hell out of her. I cuddled hot water bottles with her, wiped her nose, cleaned her mouth and ears until she got better, and subsequently got an attitude. The most adorable attitude ever. If I were to leave the room, she would get up and follow me, even if she was sleeping. And still does it to this day.

Thanks to Junipers chest infection when she was little, she is in a constant state of snorting like a piglet – vets say that her nasal passageway grew around the infections, so she is forever breathing like Darth Vader. It sounds scary, but it’s quite cute in a weird way. As I say to guests “she just sounds sick. She isn’t really”. 

Our second kitty, Lady Toshi Arnolfini, had her fourth birthday recently, so out come the embarrassing baby pictures. I’m quite a bad mom 🙁 It was Toshi’s birthday two weeks ago, and I’m only now getting around to wading through my photos to find uber cute pics. 

Toshi is a very photogenic kitten, but not always in her favour. She’s the most loving kitty I’ve been owned by, and she will go out of her way for a rub, an awkward snuggle, or to lay on your shoulders. She chirps like a bird at times, and is the worst beggar, but she hasn’t a bad bone in her body. Here are my favorite pictures of her I thought all my fellow crazy cat ladies will appreciate …

I’ll finish on my two favourite pictures of Toshi – Tosh ‘helping’ fiance write his dissertation {that face kills me!}, and Tosh ‘helping’ fiance do the dishes. So incredibly awkward and cute. 

I write to you today with a  bitter-sweet post about our cheeky kitten, Colonel Percival Tenenbaum. Today would be Colonel’s third birthday. I’d like to share his story, in the hopes to help just one cat or dog out there, and make people aware of a serious disease, the warning signs, and to stress the importance of feline {and canine} leukemia vaccinations.  

Colonel was born to my parents’ cat, Gyspie. Fiance and I immediately fell in love with the runt of the pack, and affectionately named him Colonel, due to his unmistakable curled white ‘moustache’ marking, much like Colonel Sanders‘. 

When Colonel was 9 months old, we noticed a  change in him. The first warning sign for us was that he no longer ‘sat tall’ or upright. He crouched all the time. The second thing we noticed was a weird one – there was a tiny square of exposed concrete in our apartment, and began licking it, non stop. All day. The first two symptoms we didn’t think much of at the time, until he began to loose his appetite. For his character, that was not normal. The combination of those three, I immediately brought him to our local mobile vet clinic. They checked him, gave him pills for his immune system, and sent him home. Colonel only got worse. 

I snuck him treats of whatever meat I was cooking whenever I could. I snuggled hot water bottles around him in blankets, cuddled him on my lap, in hopes that would make him better {this was before knowing about the leukemia}. 

I brought him to the vet every week for four weeks. Sometimes twice a week. Finally, the week before Christmas in 2009, one particular vet finally realized something was very wrong, and advised we send him for tests. I researched his symptoms, and came to the horrid conclusion that he may have feline leukemia. I brought him to the specialist vet, and as I feared, the vet explained they would keep him for feline leukemia testing and for me to go home. Later that afternoon, I got the call to say Colonel was not going to make it, and would have to be put down. The leukemia was so advanced. An unhealthy blood platelette level they explained was 30%, and Colonel’s was 13%. His blood was like water. 

I asked that they wait for me to get there, and hoped Colonel would last long enough for us to arrive. Fiance and I wanted to be with Colonel. I didn’t want his last minutes to be with strangers, in a cold room. We were with him in the end. Like the crazy cat lady I am, I whispered in his ear how much we loved him, rubbing him, hoping he would know that we were with him in the end. He was so weak, I wasn’t sure he could hear us. Under my hand, his heart beats became softer. There was no final struggle that I was expecting. Everything quietly stopped.

The vet told us he had been in a lot of pain, and was for quite some time. I’ve never cried so hard or so much as I did the following days. My skull hurt and my face swelled. It was my fault. I felt I didn’t bring him to the vet enough, or on time. And on the other hand I feel I brought him sometimes twice a week to the vet – why didn’t they catch on? I still blame myself.

Colonel was always an indoor cat, which was our reasoning for not giving him the feline leukemia vaccine when he was a kitten. We thought – how would he catch it? Feline Leukemia isn’t actually leukemia, but a debilitating disease that is contagious between cats and cats, and dogs and dogs {not cats and dogs, if you get my meaning}.We knew our other cats {who were also strictly indoors} didn’t have it. It was only months later that we came to the conclusion that he may have picked up the disease when he went into get neutered, a month before his symptoms started to show. 

The symptoms we found with Colonel:

– loss of appetite and subsequent weight loss

– an unusual and new obsession to licking concrete or windows {this was due to a lack of minerals in his system}

– lack of energy

– change in attitude

– change in quality of fur {Colonel had lovely silky black fur, and in the last month, it went downy and brown}

– change or loss of awareness in hygiene

– inability to ‘sit tall’ or upright

The feline leukemia vaccination is one of the more expensive vaccinations at around €70. Getting this vaccination could prevent your pet from the pain and torture our little cat went through. Please get it for your pet if you can. The treatment for feline leukemia is incredibly expensive, not to mention the extreme case of having to put your pet down. Please, if you notice any of the above symptoms with your cat or dog {not sure if dogs would show the same symptoms?}, bring your pet to the vet as soon as possible.

All of the pictures above were taken when Colonel was healthy and at the height of his sass. I didn’t take any pictures of him when he was sick. He was a cuddle whore, and was very much in love with his girlfriend, Toshi.