Category Archives: General cat Information

Can a Cat Hear What Humans Hear?

Beasley. Note position of ears which are pulled to the side which denotes some anxiety.

Beasley. Note position of ears which are pulled to the side which denotes some anxiety.

Beasley. Ears pulled forward. Looks very interested

Beasley. Ears pulled forward and pupils dilated. Appears interested but also a bit frightened.

A cat’s hearing is far superior to that of a human. On the low end of the scale, the cat and the human are about the same. When a sound becomes high pitched and goes all the way up to 64 KHZ, cats have humans and dogs beat, for their hearing is extremely acute.

If you are a reader who owns a cat/s or the cat/ owns you, watch the movement of the ears. Cats are able to move their ears forward, backward, or to the side to pin point a sound. The ear movement enables the cat to locate its prey within inches even if the sound is more that 3 feet away.

Cats also move their ears to denote anger or fright. The ears will be to the side of the head and almost

I’ve used Beasley, one of my favorite cats as the examples here. I ‘ve always said that cats have expressive faces since they use their ears and eyes to denote fear, anxiety, anticipation, happiness or when generally not pleased with what’s happening.



Beasley, 7/2015

Beasley, 7/2015  Waiting for his bowl of food. Ears forward in anticipation.



Beasley not looking happy as he watched me prepare his medication. Head is down, pupils dilated. Seems to be frowning.

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Female Solid Orange Cats Are Rare.

This post has not been “fixed” and the comment bar is open. A forum member gave me the instructions. You can read where and how in the post re: comments. The link is in the post giving directions if your comment bar is ever in “trouble.” 🙂

Oh and I’ve read various blogs that have written it is in bad taste when writing to use the “faces.” However, I don’t consider myself as a writer. I’m merely a dispenser of information, therefore I will continue to use the “faces.” 🙂


Gingerlee. Age approx. 14 years. Formerly feral. Trapped at about age 6 months.

Gingerlee. Age approx. 14 years. Formerly feral. Trapped at about age 6 months.

014Approximately (75% of solid orange tabbies are MALE). However, the solid orange gene produces a FEMALE now and then. The cat in the photos above is named Gingerlee who was once feral. Gingerlee is a petite little girl who is now 13- 14 years old and one of the sweetest of my cats. She is quite a talker but her meow is barely audible. Gingerlee makes me laugh when she is telling me something.

The next two photos are of Gweenie, another former feral that was caught at aproximately 8 months of age. I love this little cat who I consider to be highly photogenic. I could take photos of her all day and never get tired. She is all the things that I would want in a human friend. Gweenie is now 14 years of age.

Another solid orange female is Tooley ( no photo available for this post) who is about 9-10 years old. She is also a small cat but not as talkative as the other two females but thrives on affection as well.

I’m not sure how Tooley came to be in my husband’s shop. I went out to the shop early one morning to discover a young kitten looking at me and then scurrying back to duck under some machinery. I began putting out food and water at night after I got home from work. After a few days I set a Have-A -Heart which I baited with sardines. I checked the trap at 2am and there she was looking so scared. I brought the trap inside and was able to shake her out into a cage. After 2 weeks she was a “tweetey” cat that was putty in my hands.

So if you see a solid orange cat it is most likely a male. When I stumbled across these three girls I was lucky.

Gweenie napping in a box.

Gweenie napping in a box.

Gweenie. formerly feral and now a much loved house cat

Gweenie. formerly feral and now a much loved house cat

Post and photos by ~Yvonne Daniel (all photos on this blog are the sole property of Yvonne Daniel). Please do not steal from me.These are my copy rights. Thank you. 🙂

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The Nitty-Gritty About Declawing Cats (Original post 1/10/2012)


Sassy, declawed

Sassy, declawed

Sassy, 17 years old. Toothless

Sassy, 17 years old. Toothless

Sassy is considered the old type of Siamese cat. She arrived at our house when she was about one year old. Sassy actually had a home at an apartment that was not far from our back fence. I discovered her one morning sleeping in the driver’s seat of my husband’s bass boat that was parked in the boat port/shed. I called the apartment manager and asked if anyone was missing a cat and I was told that Mrs x’s cat had been missing for about 2 days. I called the number that I was given and soon a young woman appeared and said, “oh there your are.” She related that the cat was always rushing outside whenever she opened the apartment door.

The cat appeared on average once a week for about 5 weeks and each time I would call Mrs. X and she would grumpily retrieve her cat  and take her back home. The cat would alway be lying in the driver’s seat of the bass boat when she ran away. The last time the cat appeared I did not call the woman and she did not call me. I just did not bother for I believed that Sassy liked our place and did not really care for Mrs. X. So I brought Sassy (her new name) into the house and she became part of my cat clan. Previously I had noticed that Sassy had been declawed. Maybe that is one reason she did not care to live with the young woman.

Sassy is now about 17 years old. Two summers ago all her teeth were pulled and she has adjusted very well.  She much prefers dry food. I tried feeding her canned food. Most cats love canned food but not Sassy.

I have never had any of my cats declawed but presently I have 3 cats with no claws. The other 2 cats also came with no claws.

About Declawing

Can you imagine what it would feel like to have the last joint of each finger amputated? I can only imagine the pain involved if you needed to scratch around in the dirt or to try to pick up an object.  Pain medications would enable you to function to some degree but it would probably be difficult.

So what does this have to do with declawing your cat?  So allow me to explain what is involved when a cat is declawed. But first a little info about the feet. Cats walk on their toes which is not like other mammals. A cat’s weight is distributed by the toes- for any kind of movement. The claws on the toes allow the cat to stretch as it digs in on where ever it happens to be. Without claws the cat has no way of grabbing onto any surface so that it can stretch. Stretching is an essential component of a cats well being.

Declawing in medical terminology is called onycgectomy. This means that the last digit of each toe is removed. These digits are the equivalent of the last joint of a humans fingers. The claw is not a nail of itself- meaning just the removal of the nail will not get the job done. The entire digit must be removed or the nail will grow back. The digit is a bone called the distal phalanx. If the surgery is not done carefully the result will involve complications such as infection, hemorrhage, abscess, not to even speak of the pain it causes.

The surgery is an amputation of the joint- removal of  bone, ligaments, tendons, and nerve endings. If the veterinarian is not a good surgeon and some or not just like human doctors, then the cat is really going to experience problems. Behavioral  issues may result such as not using the litter box or no longer being a playful pet.

Cat owners have and still are misled by veterinarians who minimize  the seriousness of the surgery. The amputation of the last joint of ten toes often involves a great deal of pain which could last a very long time. Do you want to put your cat through this kind of torture?

Without the last joint of the toes, a cat will have a little problem such as being able to balance without effort. The last toes on a cat’s foot provide secure footing.

This information was obtained from AVAR (Association of  Veterinarians for Animal Rights.)

The only valid reason for declawing a cat is if that is your only alternative to keep your cat from scratching the furniture or family member is immuno compromised and should not risk being scratched by a cat.

Cat owners can research the Internet and get all kinds of info about providing scratching posts, etc. There is information galore on the Internet.

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Yawn All About It!

Liddy. Just waking up from a long nap.
Mommie. Looks like she is belting out a song.
Bobbie. Looks like an angry cat but she is yawning. Somehow I have been lucky to catch some of my pets yawning. I was able to get a few shots because I generally leave my camera out on the kitchen table (put it away at night) and spend quite a few hours waiting for a dog or cat to awaken. I have not been able to predict which cat or dog is going to yawn but I have noticed that certain ones or more prone to yawn after a long nap. Recording that yawn with the camera is just a “little” tricky.  

I read not long ago that yawning is “catching” between some pets and their owners but I have yet to notice that any of mine caught the “yawns” from me.

Other animals such as snakes, (yes, snakes), fish, dogs, and a host of other animals also yawn. I could not find a real or viable reason why animals and humans yawn. As for me, a good yawn is sort of relaxing or maybe not- it just seems  an invitation for a good nap.

 The past summer of 2011 I put out a lot of money for dentals on about 12 cats. Currently there are more that need dentals. I am waiting for my $$ to build back up. Even though I have used the same veterinarian for about 30 years I have to pay when he is finished with an animal. I have probably spent- well I don’t want to think about it- HEAPS of money at that clinic. Many moons ago, I was getting a pretty good discount- now I don’t have to pay the fee of an office visit.  Any discount is better than no discount.

 In August of this year I changed vets. (finally)  I found a very smart veterinarian who gives my animals a complete exam and weighs options of what to use as the best medication for x disease or illness. He is compassionate and has 2-3 vet techs working at all times. My daughter told me that having adequate clinic staffing is generally the sign of a good vet. I think she is right. I just wish that I had changed vets a long time ago.

The veterinarian  in Austin,Tx. that performed major dentals on 2 of my cats in the summer of 2011 was extremely generous to lower the total bill for both cats. He knew that these were rescue cats and both cats are senior cats- as past 13 years or so. Maize was a feral that I trapped when she was about 6 months of age. She is in one of the pictures in this post.

Another aside to this post: dentals are important to help extend the life of your pet.

Post and photographs Yvonne



Feral Cats: Rural and Urban Original posted 12/11/2010

There’s something about feral cats that seems intriguing.  As a young child growing up on the farm,  I often watched the feral cats that lived in my Grandfather’s big barn.  I never  found an actual “nest” of young kittens.  But when the kittens were about 2-3 months old I would see them playing in the hay loft among the bales of prairie hay that had been harvested from Grandpa’s pristine prairie of about 12 acres.  For me, the aroma of the prairie hay along with the barn kittens was the major attraction of the hay loft.
I must digress a little about the smell of hay. When our children were growing up, our son who was about 9 years old at that time,  picked out a calico kitten from a litter of kittens that my Daddy was able to find in the barn. This little kitten became known as Toady and by the time she was about two years of age, she gave birth to a litter of two males and one female. (She was spayed after the kittens were weaned) I remember my husband, our two little ones and I watching Toady with her kittens. The little family was in a large box with low sides. The four of us sat around watching Toady with her kittens and as they were greedily nursing, my husband reached in, picked up one that was snow white, placed the kitten to his nose and said to our kiddos, “when the kittens are young and still nursing their mother, they smell just like newly cut hay.” He then passed the kitten to our children so that each one could  get a “sniff”.  It was a moment that took me back to my Grandpa’s hay loft and I remembered the aroma of the freshly baled prairie hay. Indeed, the kittens smelled, in my opinion, like newly mown hay. I have not forgotten that moment,  probably because my husband was not keen for making his thoughts known. He then asked our daughter who was about 7 years old at the time if she had a name for the kitten. Our daughter was quite precocious and promptly named him Cotton. Cotton from then on was her cat. I don’t know if she “owned”  Cotton or if Cotton “owned our daughter.The love was mutual.  As an adult cat, he was indeed handsome and lived up to his chosen name with white fur that looked and felt like cotton.
My parents, my older sister, and I lived with my Grandpa for about 4-5 years. The barnyard and all of its attractions were my primary source of entertainment.  I grew up with no other child for a playmate and the barn cats, who were essentially feral, offered me entertainment and diversion from the boredom of having small regular chores to perform each and every day.
Animals in those days were not vaccinated for rabies and my parents strictly forbid me to touch any of the cats. I had such fear of rabies that I never touched or attempted to tame any of the cats. Instead I observed their behavior and kept a long stick in the hay loft so that I could move the stick along the floor and the kittens would leave their hiding places and play with the end of the stick. I amused myself and the kittens for an hour or so each day until the farm was sold and my parents bought a farm across the road. I don’t remember if the cats followed but I know that the “new” barn had cats so I suppose they followed the food source which was about two hundred feet from their former abode.
I remember that my Mother kept several pans in the barn so that my Daddy could pour a portion of the fresh cow milk into the pans. One of my weekly chores included bringing 3 pans to the back porch where I placed them in a large pan of hot soapy water to be washed,  and returned to the barn.  Each evening,  Daddy would call “kitty, kitty, kitty” and soon 4-6 cats appeared. I have no idea how the cat population was kept in check but as I became older and a tad wiser, it was apparent that disease and predators- fox and coyotes kept the number of cats to about 5-6.
Much later, I began working for a really large organization with many buildings and surrounding grounds. By the early to mid-nineties I was suddenly aware that feral cats were “hanging out” during late evening near the building where I worked. I learned through the grapevine that the PEST CONTROL man had been given orders to begin trapping the cats. Of course employees had been feeding the cats, thus the reason they came around at dusk.
There was a general uproar among some of the employees re: the trapping of the cats that so clearly kept the grounds devoid of snakes and rodents.  I learned that any cat caught in the trap would be disposed of by taking them to the city “pound” where they were then euthanized because they were deemed to wild.  So, I hatched my own plan to try to save as many cats in the general area where I worked. I hired a carpenter, who quickly added a room with a concrete floor with an adjacent large enclosed run in a fenced portion of our back yard. This would provide shelter and a fairly large area in which the cats could get fresh air,  become accustomed to being fed routinely, and of seeing humans throughout the day.
I began driving one of my husband’s trucks to work, armed with two-three traps which I baited with either sardines or tuna. I began by putting the smelly fish near the pickup and after a few days I went out at night to set the traps in the bed of the pickup. The trick was to place the food at the back of the trap and to have the trap abutting something solid ( a box made of wood that I placed at the back of the traps.)  Setting the traps in this manner prevented the cat/s from attempting to place a paw through the wire so that the food could no be pulled out of the trap.  If I set the trap/s in this manner I  would  have a cat and not an empty trap. Any slight jarring of the trap would trigger the trap so the cat had to enter the trap in order to get the food. One other thing that I did not do.  I never trapped during “kitten season” ( birthing time) for a mother cat could be trapped and the kittens would die of starvation with the removal of their mother.
The total number of cats that I was able to save over a period of several years was 25 plus. I was able to trap two and sometimes three in one evening. I was at least able to save most of the favorites of fellow workers who really were fond of the cats. I want to make it clear that when trapping and after releasing them in their new home, I kept in place my own quarantine of 14 days before I attempted to touch a cat.
Prior to setting the traps I made an appointment with my veterinarian to have 1-3 slots open for testing, spay or neuter, and vaccination.   My vet then and who is still my veterinarian was quite adept at wielding a net as he opened the trap door. While the cat was wrapped in the net, he had the pre-anesthesia med ready to be injected through an opening in the netting. Amazingly only one cat from that colony  was FIV positive- an adult male. (All of the cats that I trapped were Feline Leukemia negative.)  I kept the FIV  cat in a large wire cage under the car port until my carpenter could return to make a large enclosure attached to the back porch  where he could live out his life.  I named this cat Zetty and for about six months he remained fairly wild but with each passing day he became tamer and after about 8 months he allowed me to pet him without any fear. Zetty is now about 16 years old but is a tame cat who loves to be petted and groomed. Now, he is showing signs of old age but continues to be a happy cat with a hearty appetite.
I want to make it clear that not all veterinarians will handle a feral cat, considering it unsafe and deeming a feral cat too wild and not worthy of being saved. Veterinarians with this mind set also do not believe it is possible to tame a feral cat to become a house pet.  I’ve continued to use the same veterinarian for about 30 years .Dr. “M”  truly has a way with cats and has a special knack for handling any cat that comes his way.
For information about feral cat trapping and other good information go to
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Just Cat Photos


Liddy adopted us


Liddy found her way to our home about 7-8 years ago. She was very thin with a matted and dirty coat. I feel that she was either thrown out on the street near our home or was left behind by an apartment dweller that had moved away. This has become a common problem. Callous and cruel people think nothing of leaving a pet behind when moving. It is easier to move without being bothered with  a pet. It is happening at an increasing rate and it is telling feature, in my humble opinion, of what is happening to our country. There is a famous quote by Mathatma Ghandhi who said, “The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way in which its animals are treated.”

Polly lived to be approximately 18 -19 years of age.  She was a wise  and beautiful calico        Photo: July 5,2011


Gweenie,  formerly a feral-  solid orange female       Photo July 6, 2011

Approximately 75% of solid orange tabbies are male, however, the solid orange gene produces a female now and then. The cat in this photo is named Gweenie who was once feral. She is mostly a loner but she will snuggle next to me if another cat has not claimed the space. Gweenie’s body structure is petite- she weighs about 5 and 1/2 pounds. I think she is among some of my prettiest cats and photogenic as well. Even her meow is petite. I love this little cat.


Post and photographs:  Yvonne 

Cats and Spirituality (Original post November, 2010)


Do Cats Possess Spiritual and Extra Sensory Perception Abilities?

A famous author and poet gave meaning to the idea that cats are mysterious thinkers.

“Cats are mysterious kind of folk- there is more passing in their minds than we are aware of.”    By Sir Walter Scott

Recently one of my friend’s cats sensed that a family member was nearing their demise. This particular cat remained with the dying person for 4 days prior to the person’s death. It was a male cat who ordinarily did not come near this individual, yet he remained night and day, usually with a paw on the arm and his eyes intently looking at the slowing dying person’s face.  Hospice nurses and family members had to remove this kitty when the patient required regular attention.  He only left his vigil to drink or use the litter box and then would immediately return for his watch. I would like to believe that he brought great comfort to this individual who had been so ill for a long time.

I’ve read of cats that could predict death and this was something that I witnessed. It was indeed a moving experience and one that I will not soon forget. I also noted that after my friends loved one had left this mortal world, her cat would sit in deep thought with eyes that seemed to be looking far away.  He exhibited this behavior for about two weeks and as I watched him I wondered how profound his thoughts were. The cat is now back to his favorite places to sleep and his usual antics of swatting a dog that walks within his reach.

Contributed by Yvonne Daniel 

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Thanksgiving. Eat The Bird But Don’t Let Your Pet Escape: (Part III)

Holidays are a great source of happiness, merriment, and excitement. Your  home can begin to feel like Grand Central Station not only for you but most of all , for your pet/s. Too many unfamiliar faces with children and adults as well that don’t give a second thought to standing in the doorway which then gives your beloved animal a means for escape from all of the commotion and ado.

These are just a few suggestions to keep Fido, Fifi, Mittens, and Muffet safe from harm. If you have a spare room by all means relegate your pet to a quiet sanctuary where your pet/s can relax in peace and comfort. A bed or beds, food and water bowl and a litter box for the cat or cats. Putting your animal in a spare or quiet room- bedroom, bathroom, laundry room or even a large cage in the garage will allow you to relax and have comfort in knowing that your pet/s will not be able to run outdoors where it likely will get lost. Unfamiliar noise and people cause pets to panic or seize the moment to escape through a door that has been left ajar.

Many people lose a pet during holidays, traveling, an illness, or anything that causes a disruption in their regular pattern of living. So do not be lax – take precautions to keep your pet safely indoors. One more thing. There has been a huge increase in the numbers of pets that are stolen from backyards, front yards, inside homes, etc. Don’t take chances.  Keep your eye on your pet and if it is an outside dog or cat- put your animal inside or in a large cage in the garage or just the garage itself ) if you possibly can.

There is so much grief involved if you lose a pet. Looking for a lost pet is hellish. I know because I’ve been there-done that! And I never did find my pet. 

Last but not least- this is a bit late for Thanksgiving but get your pet/s microchipped. This gives you just one more tool to recover your pet should it be taken to an animal shelter when lost.

From Hopeless to Hope (click to enlarge photo- click again to reduce to thumbnail)

 Beautiful Hope, ” queen of the house”


 I was in the break room drinking coffee and gossiping with my friend and fellow veterinarian, when the receptionist called. Since I was sitting nearest the phone, I answered.  Ann, our receptionist told me there was a very sick cat that an elderly couple had brought to the clinic in a card board box.  Dr M and I went to the first exam room and on the table was a box with an elderly couple on each side of the exam table. I introduced myself  and Dr. M.  The little grey haired lady began telling me the story of the cat. Her eyes filled with tears and in a trembling voice she quickly told me the story. About a month ago just as dusk was falling, the couple heard a faint meow. They both went to the door to find a small calico cat sitting on the bottom step. They immediately noticed how thin she was and so they began feeding the kitty.  From the beginning is was apparent that she was wild. The couple put food out for her each day and she would appear from somewhere to eat and then retreat to the hedges. About 2 weeks ago they had begun putting card board boxes on their back porch. They put old towels in the two boxes thinking that eventually she would use one of the boxes for sleeping. The past week or so the lady said she could tell that the little kitty was pregnant.  They had found her lying inside one of the boxes about three days ago. They knew she must be ill because she made no attempt to leave the box and run away.  They had watched her for three days and it was appparent she was in labor.  The little lady turned to look at the little cat and said to me, “I named her Hope and I have been praying for a miracle. There is nothing that we can do for her- it is out of our hands.” I looked at the kitty and back to the couple. I just knew this sweet couple would not have the money for whatever it would take to try to save this kitty’s life but I quoted the price anyway. They just shook their heads but were no longer looking at me. I hesitated for about 30 seconds before saying that I would try to save her if they would sign her over to me.  With those words the little lady grabbed my hand and said, “thank you, thank you. My prayers have been answered. I know she will be alright now.” I called the desk and asked the secretary to bring the forms. The couple and I quickly signed our names and Hope officially became my cat. They each touched the little cat on the head then turned to squeeze my hands before leaving the room.   

Dr.M. had not said one word.  At the time we were examining the very ill kitty Dr. M. and I just exchanged glances and she would nod in agreement.  Dr. M.  had flashed a huge smile when I told the people that I would try to save her.   As soon as they left the room, both Dr M. and I went into over-drive.  We took a quick x-ray and soon had what we needed to know.  The x-ray showed blurry looking globs in her uterus.  Her temperature was taken and it was elevated- about 2 1/2 degrees above normal.   This little cat was indeed very ill. She made no attempt to get away as we handled her. But, I also believe that she knew we were helping her. I called for a tech who was in the exam room almost immediately. I told her to get everything ready for a c- section. We moved to a surgery room with Dr. M.  carrying Hope. The techs at this clinic were unbelievably smart and capable.  Katy had the intubation tube ready, the anesthesia machine, the drapes, gowns, gloves, and masks and battery powered razor, and the surgery pack- the whole works ready in about 5-7 minutes time. The plan was that Dr. M. would handle the intubation, get the anesthesia going and the machine hooked up to the heart monitor. Katy our tech got the IV fluids and set-up and IV pump which she rolled over to the table. The little cat looked so young- could not have been more that 7 months, was our guess. Much too young to be pregnant- she was still a kitten herself. (Cats are considered kittens until one year of age) I shaved a small spot on a front leg and began palpating for a vein. Finding a vein was not easy- she was dehydrated. Veins are not prominent on animals or humans if dehydrated. Finally I was able to get a “back flow” of blood which meant the needle and cannula where in place. I pulled the metal needle out and the white plastic cannula remained in the vein, IV tubing was connected to the cannula; I stepped back to straighten up and then took several deep breaths.   

Note:  To be concluded at a later date. There will be lots of details of the difficulties that I encountered as I tried to save this beautiful little cat.        

Post and photographs: Yvonne Daniel         Co-author:  Dr. Lisa Daniel        

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Alert: Keep Your Black Cat Safe At Halloween

Coley age 14-15 years

Halloween will soon be here. If you have a black cat and happen to be one who allows your cat/s acccess to the outdoors, I strongly encourage you to go the extra mile, get a litter box and keep your cat confined in the house at least a week (the longer the better) prior to Halloween). Many people do not realize that devil worshippers and other occult individuals steal, pick up or take— what ever you choose to call it- black cats to SACRIFICE on Halloween. Yes, sad to say but these people are all around you and you will never suspect who or where they are. Most animal shelters now do not allow black cats to be adopted during October or at the very least, no adoptions of black cats are done a week  or two prior to Halloween. If a devil worshipper can not get a black cat they sometimes jsut resort to a cat of any color- So please keep your kitties safe. This is not a joke!!!!!  

But back to black cats. I love any cat color but I happen to love my 3 solid back cats a bunch. The little cat in the photograph is very shy most of the time.  She sleeps next to me at night along with several other cats. Coley is sort of a talker. She squeaks as she “talks” looking me directly in the eyes.  I trapped her and her 3 litter mates when they were about 4-5 months old. They were all wilder than March hares- I trapped their mother as well. Everybody was spayed or neutered- whatever the case and vaccinated. They could not be returned to their former stomping grounds so they all became my pets.This little black cat has remained just a bit on the feral  side. I’ve never been able to medicate her by mouth. So I either crush her meds or use an injectable antibiotic .  This past summer Coley had some teeth extracted and the other teeth were cleaned. She needed an antibiotic for a kidney infection (oral Senequin) and also Clindamycin for the anaerobe bacteria in the mouth and gums. I gave sub cu  fluids and the Clindamycin between the shoulder blades once daily x 2 weeks.  I thought I did a good job of disguising the oral medication but she would only take a few bites and that was all she wrote. Also she did not want to eat the prescription diet( Purina NF) so I finally gave up on the oral med and the Rx diet. She was just too “slick” for me. I finished up the injections but she still gets sub cu Ringers’ Lactate about 2-3 times weekly becasue her kidneys are not in good shape. The extra fluids will prolong her life since there is less stress on the kidneys. More about kidney disease in older cats in another post. 

 And back to my original message of this post: KEEP YOUR BACK CAT SAFE AT HALLOWEEN.   

Post and photograph    Yvonne Daniel 

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Cat Photos: (4) July 21, 2011

Grayley " I am so bored."


Beasley “I can not believe what I’m hearing.”


Cat Photos (3) July 15, 2011

Kit Kat June, 2011 Dilute "tortie"

Addie July 16,2011 Calico (age 12 years)
Grayley March,2011 (1 of the 4 foundlings in Aug,2001
Nellie (Addie’s sister) March, 2011