The Irony of the Accquisition of KitKat: Part II (Click photo to enlarge (Repost for a new subscriber)

This was posted in Dcember, 2012. I am very fortunate to have a new subscriber and one who has a sincere interest in pets. She read Part I of Kitkat’s story but could not find part II. I am embarrassed to admit that I had forgotten that I had added a category that says The Vet’s Pets. So this is for: (Lunar Euphoria). She has a really keen blog. Be sure to check it out.

KitKat, the wonder kitty

KitKat, the wonder kitty

KitKat

KitKat

This is the ending of The Aquisition of KitKat, Part II   

This story is written by me  (Yvonne)  from my daughter’s perspective who told me the story and asked that I write about KitKat’s rescue. My daughter is a veterinarian in Austin,Texas and all of her pets are dogs and cats that she saved from certain death or euthanasia. I have written all of her pet’s stories from her telling me about the details, mood of the day, other vets and techs, meds, treatments, etc. Initially I wrote these in Word process in second person but I think the mood of the story seems better as first person. Some readers think these are my pets but I have made a notation at the beginning that these are not my stories they are “The Vet’s Pet’s.”

With Dr. “M” helping, we inserted an IV catheter into her itty bitty leg and bolused some IV fluids (calculated on her weight) to help alleviate dehydration. There was no response, so we then gave an IV slow push of dextrose for hypoglycemia (low blood glucose) and to my astonishment, the kitten sat up and began meowing non stop. With that development, I surmised that she was extremely hungry. I quickly prepared a small bottle of kitten formula, thinking she might take one or two ml but she latched onto the bottle with her front paws and sucked down the entire 60mls (2 ounces) with as much gusto of any animal I’ve ever seen eating.  We were astounded and I said, “wow, this kitten has a voracious appetite.”  The kitten then attempted to stand up and walk a few steps but rolled over on her back and could not get up. Her tiny head tilted severely to the left and I noted that her left eye was swollen shut. I then gently pried the eyelid open  and the pupil was tiny, fixed, (meaning there was no movement of the eye), and unresponsive to light. The kitten had clearly suffered severe head trauma. With each new development, I began adding more treatments. I continued the IV fluids and gave a slow IV push of Manitol to reduce swelling of the brain.  Toward the end of the day, the once almost dead kitten had shown significant and unbelievable improvement

At 6PM, tired and ready to go home, I went to my desk to remove my lab coat and to get my purse. WAIT -A -MINUTE! There was a box  on my desk. I peered inside and there lay the kitten on a small portable heating pad with food, bottles, and medications ready to go home. “Dr. “M” what is this kitten doing on my desk?” She answered and said,”I thought you knew that my husband is deathly allergic to cats. I can’t possibly take her to my house.”  I immediately realized that Dr “M” had tricked me. I was angry at her for more than a few days.

The kitten required bottle feeding and ate more that any kitten I have ever seen. Gradually she grew stronger and stronger. However, she had severe neuro deficits and could only take a few steps before tumbling over and then unable to get back up. There she lay, on her back, looking like a little fat doodle bug.

Months earlier, I had planned with some friends, a vacation to the coast. My dear friend, Dr. “A” took care of  her while I was away. Her two daughters love cats and helped feed and care for the kitten. They named her Kit Kat in honor of the candy bar. 

Kit Kat grew by leaps and bounds and eventually over came  most of her balance issues. At three months of age she had become a pretty kitten with a very sweet and lovable personality. So, with a heavy heart I put up a poster at the clinic describing the kitten who was now ready for adoption to an indoor “catdom” only. Initially she went to a home with one other cat, but the lady of the house said the kitten just did not seem to adapt and she was returned in two weeks . After that she went to another home where she stayed for about a week and the man of the house said the kitten was just not what he and his wife had expected. So for the third time she went to a wealthy young couple who returned her within about two weeks. I could not imagine why people did not find the kitten appealing. She was so lovable with a quirky personality. After the third failed adoption I decided that she was meant to be my cat. I pondered the thought that the kitten had come into my life as a serendipity moment. When I first saw her I had deemed her hopeless and then she made what I considered a miraculous recovery. So what had seemed utterly hopeless, ultimately turned into an unexpected good ending.

Needless to say, I believe all of this as ironic for she is my favorite cat. She has an insatiable appetite and is ravenously hungry always! And yes she grew into a rather obese cat. Cats get virtually the same diseases that humans do and her chances of becoming diabetic are a real possibility. No food is off limits to Kit Kat and she will dive into any plate of food and scour the floor for a mere morsel. She even brazenly attempted to eat with my two dogs but I quickly put a stop to that. No matter how much you might trust your dogs it is not wise to allow cats and dogs to eat in the same room together. One never knows when a dog might suddenly turn on the cat and with one bite can kill a cat. But back to the problem of obesity I put her on a reduction diet and last Christmas my mother said,” Kit Kat looks slimmer so you must be keeping her on the diet.”  I am keeping her on a diet but she must be fed separately from the other cats, to keep her from scarfing down more food. 

Kit Kit continues to make me laugh every day, no matter how fatigued I am. She has provided unexpected entertainment and still has a quirky personality. She gives kisses to any one that visits by greeting the visitor nose to nose. Kit Kat also loves to go for car rides. I simply put the carrier on the floor and she crawls right in and waits patiently to go for a ride around the neighborhood. At night she crawls on my head and “kneads” my hair until it looks like a rat’s nest. 

So if it had not been for Dr. “M” I would not have Kit Kat in my life. And by sheer luck or fate, no one wanted her when I tried to give her away. I sometimes wonder why I thought I had to give her away.  One more pet to feed would not have “broken the bank.”

My experience treating Kit Kat that first day she entered my life, taught me  a few things. I learned that the brain of a kitten has the ability fo heal, given sufficient time. Sometimes the brain does not heal completely and some of the balance issues remain.  It took several years for KitKat to overcome her neuro deficits. Her head tilted to one side and then after a few years,  I noticed that she was walking in a normal manner.  KitKat’s  has taught me both medically and spiritually. I learned never to give up, even when things seem hopeless. I have since applied that to my own life. As things have gone from bad to worse I look at KitKat and remember how sick she was years ago.

I feel fortunate that she is my cat and I shudder to think that I almost euthanized her. I can not put into words how much I love KitKat. And for certain, I think that she loves me.

Post and photographs: Yvonne

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39 thoughts on “The Irony of the Accquisition of KitKat: Part II (Click photo to enlarge (Repost for a new subscriber)

  1. that is such a lovely story Yvonne, so inspirational and full of hope. And what better than a story with a happy ending? šŸ™‚

  2. Lottie Nevin says:

    A beautiful and heartwarming story Yvonne. You must be so proud to have such a skilled, caring and compassionate daughter. I loved the part about kitKat kneading your hair till it looks like a rat’s nest! My Mother used to refer to the ‘kneading’ as knitting.

    Lovely, lovely post, thanks for sharing šŸ™‚

    • Thank you, Lottie for reading and commenting. It appears that quite a few people had not read this post previously. (not quite a few but more than I expected). KitKat has been good therapy for Lisa. She makes her smile even if she does not feel that there is anything to smile about. I like that your mom referred to the movements of a cat’s paws as knitting. I will/shall šŸ™‚ remember that.

      PS There is a Part I of this if you are a cat person or just curious to see how it all came about. I need to figure out how to get these 2 posts together.

  3. what a sweet story. Kit Kat knew what she was doing — she did not want to be adopted by anyone else so used her quirkiness to her advantage. We saved our cat from wandering the streets and my sons and husband love him crazily. The love of pets is a deep one.

    • Thanks Lou Ann for reading and commenting. I remember a post that you wrote about Kitty Bob (I hope I remembered the name correctly). You tried ketsup sp? on his dry food and he would have none of the sort. You husband promptly went out and purchased his canned food and he turned his nose up at that as well. I honestly believe that cats are much smarter than what the experts say about cat intelligence. I think KitKat as you wrote did something at those other homes to cause the people not to like her. Maybe she acted in some strange manner. She is the sweetest cat and as I wrote in the story, KitKat seems to truly love Lisa.

      • you have a wonderful memory–that was exactly what happened.
        KitKat knew what she wanted and went after it–I do think cats are intelligent–you can see it in their eyes

        • Why thank you for responding again, Lou Ann. I didn’t think that you are really a cat fan but maybe your cat has sort of begun to wear on you- as in the fur that sticks to your clothing! šŸ™‚ Mentioning the eye thing. My most favorite cats look directly into my eyes. It seems as if the cat is trying to talk to me with his/her eyes. Thanks for the reply.

  4. shoreacres says:

    What a wonderful story. It’s such a delight to look back and see how these relationships develop – part choice, part circumstance. I’ve never understood people who can just turn away from injured or ill animals. Sometimes, of course – especially in the wild – it’s the best thing to do. But generally, there is aid we can offer, and there’s no better way to bond with an animal.

    KitKat’s a pretty one – she reminds me of a friend’s Russian Blue that she just lost this year.

    • Thanks Linda for commenting. KItKat is a very unique cat. She adores my daughter and the feeling is mutual. Since my daughter has been ill she has been very good therapy for her. She sleeps right on one side of Lisa’s neck. And back to the loss of your friend’s cat. I hope that she will learn to love another cat in due time. Thay are comforting and wonderful company.

  5. chatou11 says:

    Wonderful story Yvonne and KitKat is so pretty . They were both meant to be together!
    It happened the samething to my cat Safrane I rescued from a car accident. The vet said it was nothing to do except to take her with me and only love saved her. She is now a healthy big cat ..
    Thank you for this touching story Yvonne

    • Chatou, I am so glad that you saved your kitty. Your story tells me that you are a very kind kind and gentle person. Somone else would have probably had the vet euthanize a cat that was so severely injured. I bet your cat is very loving to you for having saved her life. Thank you for commenting.

      • chatou11 says:

        Yes Yvonne she is a very loving cat.. animals are so grateful.. I think more than people.
        I wonder if you have met ma Parrot Nana which I posted yesterday.. I bet you will like her.
        Have a nice week end Yvonne

        • Thanks Chatou for reading and commenting. Did I miss a post about a cat? Horrors šŸ™‚ if I did. I remember the photo of the cat sitting in the street by a row of buildings. I will have to go back now and determine if I missed Parrot Nana (is this a bird and not a cat). You see, I can not read French šŸ™‚ so I can only surmise by the contents of the photo and comment about what I think was your intent to present as the main subject.

  6. Kathy says:

    A happy ending–and an interesting story, Yvonne. It warmed my heart to read it. Hope you are having a lovely weekend.

    • Thanks Kathy for the nice comment and for subscribing to my blog. I hope that I do not bore you to tears. I have wanted to write parts of the stories in a funny way but I just can not break out of the mold. I can think funny and sometimes grin as I write but I am not brave enough to do that- yet or if ever. I’ll leave the funny stuff to you because you are such a natural and because you write so well.

      PS: I thought that you were on a holiday break.

      • Kathy says:

        I am on break! But am also scheduling some time each weekend to read other’s blogs. (P.S. My ‘funnyness’ started by grinning when I was writing. Then pretty soon I was laughing wildly. You keep up grinning and see what happens…)

        • I’ll accept break if you say so. You caused me to laugh as I read your reply. We’ll see- just do not thnk that I can do it. I will have to step away from the pet thing and over to the life thing. Maybe a few times jsut to see how bad I can write. I know lots of funny stuff and sometimes I make puns not even intending to. As in “flaky weather in Texas” which might or might not be a pun. When I wrote flaky is was referring to ” flaky meaning crazy not snow flake weather but maybe you got the connection. The problem with me is that I am rather dense not deep, as in profound.

          Yvonne

  7. A strong story. They are all individuals.

  8. I love these stories with happy endings! ā¤

  9. I love KitKat! What a beauty! And what an sweet and uplifting story. Your daughter is amazing and is now on my list of heroes. Our kitty, Skittywinks, is also a black Calico and they are both gorgeous and quirky.

  10. I have not been getting notifications of your posts, Yvonne. Reading Andrew’s post mentioning that to you got me to trot over here and I am quite happy that I did. I thought i had subscribed to notices of your posts.

    Anyway, this is a wonderful posting and such an inspiring story. It is also a good example of always holding out hope until there is none although there almost always is.

    Your daughter’s expression regarding almost euthanizing can be applied to so many other situations in life. An example: I had known my wife, Mary Beth, off and on over the years. I had called her mother once to see how Mary Beth was doing and never heard back. Until a year and a half later. She wanted to get together during a visit as she was quite bored. (disclaimer: I am not usually a cure for boredom) but I had other plans for the next day and actually should not have even been home but for another tangent that I won’t add here. She would not take no for an answer and we met that evening for a few minutes that grew into hours and then life. I also shudder at the thought that I almost missed that opportunity. We were not sure we wanted to adopt the beagle on the rescue agency’s website but agreed to meet him and Murphy is now our beloved. So many things seem lacking in interest or hopeless that we tend to pass them by with hardly a notice. We should always look at what life offers and make the most of it.

    Anyway, I am very happy to read the story of Kit Kat. Too many people want to go and buy a pet at the mall or breeder and too few want to do the hard work to give a decent life to some poor castoff who really offers as much or more.

    • Thank you for a very nice and insightful comment. I appreciate your kind of comment which tells me that the viewer/reader actually read the story. And then took the time to let me know what they thought of the post. It is interesting to me that the people who have written/commented with the nicest comments have been mostly from men (on the pet stories). I have yet to figure that out but maybe it is just a fluke. You, Andrew H. Just Rob in Canada, and a blogger that lives on an island have inspired me the most.

      But back to the crux of your intetesing comment. It is true that the smallest things in life, which we almost passed up, have turned out to be the best things in life. Such as the example of meeting with the lady who is now your wife. I’ll bet you have thought about that many times. And as you say it makes you shudder to think that you almost passed up that chance. It is a good thing that your wife might have been using an inner sense that she needed to meet with you. Some people use their intuition very well.

      For my daughter to keep trying to give KitKat away after the time, effort, and emotions spent- I can not understand. I have asked her about it and all she can say is “I don’t know Mama. I can not explain how glad I am, that she kept coming back. She is my most favorite cat.” It is a good thing that no one wanted her or just maybe KitKat was acting up a bit so that people would not like her. Who knows if an animal can reason in some manner that we humans do not know.

      Murphy, your beagle I am sure is one happy dog because you chose him. He is a special dog and I bet he knows it. Have you ever posted any photos of him? I asked Andrew if he would post a pic of Lulu and he posted one of her and she is a beautiful dog. Maybe you remember that post.

      Sorry that this is so long. Thank you again. I loved the story of you and your wife.

      Regards,
      Yvonne

      • I did not feel it was all that unusual for a rehabilitator/Vetrinarian to be trying to find a home for a recovered pet rather than take it for herself. But with Kit Kat returning it is obvious that she was meant for your daughter.
        I have not posted a picture of Murphy on my blog, but he has been seen on Facebook. Maybe I will feature him in a post one of these days. He is not very sociable and I will have to do it when he isn’t looking. šŸ™‚

        • Yes, you are right. A vet that rehabs/saves a pet can not keep them all. My daughter has saved more than a few and found homes for all of those that she did not have room or the finances for. But, KitKat was diferent in every way, and my daughter and KitKat ere lucky to be together.

          I don’t use facebook- have not considered it really. Probably will not because I am barely keeping up with trying to produce a good post and to make meaningful comments on the post of bloggers to whom I subscribe. I hope to remain as a blogger with ideas of quality as opposed to qunaity of how many clicks and subcribers I can get. If I were younger, I would pursue blogging more aggressively but I am satisfied that so far, it has exceeded my expectations.

  11. exiledprospero says:

    I love the part about animals teaching us both medically and spiritually. This is such an uplifting story, Yvonne. Your daughter made a great choice in keepin KitKat. It was just meant to be!

    • Thank you, Prospero for your kind words. Yes, my daughter learned quite a lesson especially spiritually from Kitkat and the education continues. I don’t know what in the world Lisa was thinking when she initially was attempting to give her away. She had spent too much time, energy, and emotions to give her away but that was a lesson that was hard learned and you are right- it was meant to be.

  12. Just Rod says:

    Wonderful story and such an inspiring message. Thanks to your daughter and Dr. M for caring enough about that little life. And thanks to you, Yvonne, for sharing the story. Looking at the photographs, KIt Kat seems to be a great thinker.

    • Thanks for commenting. You are right about KitKat being a great thinker. Her best trait is being a therapy cat for my daughter who has been ill. KitKat lays across her neck or on her head to give confort in the only way that she knows. I believe that she is aware that my daughter saved her life.

  13. Andrew says:

    A quite extraordinary story of dogged (or catted) determination with a very happy outcome. I didn’t realise cats could get diabetes. It really must have KitKat Karma that brought you together.

    • Thanks for commenting Andew. I had not added the “blip/blurb” at the beginning of Kitkat’s story. (it is there now). I assmed that viewers/readers would understand while reading the story that KitKat is not my cat but my daughter’s cat. (I had a note on (Part I) I have now added a note at the top of the story that Kitkat was saved by my daughter. Anyhow, dogs and cats get virtually every disease that affects people. Diabetes, heart disease, hypertension, stroke, cancer, liver and pancreas diseases, cataracts, kidney disease, tooth decay, and the list goes on.

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