We had a scare a couple of weeks ago with Monkey. She wasn't eating, was hiding and sleeping all the time, so not like our little brat cat. I took her to the Vet, and he said her white cell count was out so he did some follow-up tests for Feline Leukemia and FIV (Feline Aids). The "snap test" showed positive for FIV. This meant her immune system was totally compromised, and she would have to be an indoor cat from now on. There was a whole list of things to do/not do to give her a fairly normal life. We paid an extra $115 to have another test done at the lab. The first one can give a false positive but the second one is conclusive. It took over a week of dealing with Monkey not able to go outside, getting her medicine into her, making sure she ate and drank before the phone rang and the vet tech was on the other line. At that very moment, Monkey was driving me crazy wanting out. When the tech said the test was definitely negative, I threw the back door open and let her go!
So she had an infection, but the antibiotic worked to fix it. We still have to watch her for any symptoms but on the whole, she comes and goes as she pleases. She has all her outdoor shots, so that is a relief.
Violet is showing her age (12). She will be outside the room you are in and howl/whine because she is all alone. Her back end is losing the muscle tone that has been holding her hip joints together all these years. I take her for a second walk (TB takes her in the mornings) in the afternoon/early evening just to get both of our bodies moving more. We are positive she is going deaf and maybe a little blind as well. It is heartbreaking to see her like this because she is so special.
So she had an infection, but the antibiotic worked to fix it. We still have to watch her for any symptoms but on the whole, she comes and goes as she pleases. She has all her outdoor shots, so that is a relief.
Violet is showing her age (12). She will be outside the room you are in and howl/whine because she is all alone. Her back end is losing the muscle tone that has been holding her hip joints together all these years. I take her for a second walk (TB takes her in the mornings) in the afternoon/early evening just to get both of our bodies moving more. We are positive she is going deaf and maybe a little blind as well. It is heartbreaking to see her like this because she is so special.
Or at least to her slave-and-mistress Dawg. 
