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draggonlaadySo the only responses I've gotten to my last post were requests to tell stories about my critters. Therefore, I shall. If you don't wanna read these, feel free to skip along :)
Julius showed up on a friend's doorstep in 1997, after being abandoned by a dumbass college student who went home for the summer and left the cat in the apartment complex to fend for himself. My friend being allergic to cats, he called me and told me this lovely, young tom was camping on his porch. At the time, I was living in a no-pets studio apartment, so keeping him with me long-term was not feasible. Now, Mom had been making noise about wanting a cat to keep the mice out of her pantry, and Dad had been stalling and hem-hawing about not wanting a cat. Lucky for all involved, Dad was in Alaska working on a fishing boat for the summer, so I bundled the cat into my car and headed home for a weekend visit. By the time Dad got home, the cat was well-established in the house.
Fast forward to 2006, when Mom calls and says the cat is acting funny--laying outside the attic door and moaning. Won't go out hunting. I come visit, and am presented with the most outrageous display of polyuria/polydipsia EVER. I let him in, put a bowl of water on the floor. He drank it. All of it. Then he walked to the litter box and started peeing. I picked the bowl up and refilled it. Cat is still peeing. I set the bowl back down, and he climbed out of the litter box and started drinking again. Back and forth. So once again, I bundled the cat into the car, this time bound for the clinic and some blood work. Blood sugar of 700+, and he moved in with me, because Dad didn't want an indoor-only cat, and Mom doesn't do needles.
Currently, he's well-regulated on twice daily insulin injections, and spends a lot of time sleeping on my bed or behind the movies under my TV.
Julius showed up on a friend's doorstep in 1997, after being abandoned by a dumbass college student who went home for the summer and left the cat in the apartment complex to fend for himself. My friend being allergic to cats, he called me and told me this lovely, young tom was camping on his porch. At the time, I was living in a no-pets studio apartment, so keeping him with me long-term was not feasible. Now, Mom had been making noise about wanting a cat to keep the mice out of her pantry, and Dad had been stalling and hem-hawing about not wanting a cat. Lucky for all involved, Dad was in Alaska working on a fishing boat for the summer, so I bundled the cat into my car and headed home for a weekend visit. By the time Dad got home, the cat was well-established in the house.
Fast forward to 2006, when Mom calls and says the cat is acting funny--laying outside the attic door and moaning. Won't go out hunting. I come visit, and am presented with the most outrageous display of polyuria/polydipsia EVER. I let him in, put a bowl of water on the floor. He drank it. All of it. Then he walked to the litter box and started peeing. I picked the bowl up and refilled it. Cat is still peeing. I set the bowl back down, and he climbed out of the litter box and started drinking again. Back and forth. So once again, I bundled the cat into the car, this time bound for the clinic and some blood work. Blood sugar of 700+, and he moved in with me, because Dad didn't want an indoor-only cat, and Mom doesn't do needles.
Currently, he's well-regulated on twice daily insulin injections, and spends a lot of time sleeping on my bed or behind the movies under my TV.
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