The Admiral and Ashes
Member Since 2020
hello,
i'm ashleigh and schmitty (aka the admiral) is our 9 year old rescue cat. he was part of a feral litter dropped off at our local shelter. in 2011 there was a glut of black cats available for adoption around the same time as my birthday so we went down to check them out. within minutes of walking into the shelter a tiny 8 week old velociraptor pretending to be a cat reached out of the kennel and snagged my shirt on his oversized claws.
this slightly savage puff-ball began chatting away at me in a very "you're taking me with you like it or not" kind of way. so we did. we dubbed him schmitty (after a favorite sf giants pitcher) admiral ackbar (star wars "its a trap!") and brought him home before he could change his mind about us. immediately he was feisty and ready to play. he never once hid from his new surroundings and was in fact very angry that we insisted he stay in the bedroom to get used to being in a new home.
we knew we were in for a wild ride and he has not disappointed.
85% of the time he's a love bug who demands cuddles but is also a bit insane and will turn on a dime. the feral has never left him. even 9 years later the admiral's favorite activity is hunting me, biting hard enough to bruise and deep enough to take whole minutes for blood to surface. he is the only animal i have ever met that holds a grudge and waits for the perfect opportunity to exact his revenge be it 5 minutes to 3 hours after the perceived slight. usually the offense is food oriented. perhaps i passed his bowl too many times without filling it. maybe i sat too long in a chair he wished to sleep on. possibly it's tuesday and he's mad about that.
schmit was diagnosed a few months ago after sudden weight loss, lethargy, and suddenly becoming nice. he had been about 20lbs most of his life and in a month had gone down to a paltry 15. then my poor velociraptor smelled of acetone and i freaked out. my gram was diabetic so i knew what that meant. the admiral is exclusively indoors and is such a bully that he hasn't had a regular vet visit (other than updating his vaccines at the clinic) and the pandemic had local animal hospitals limiting their new clients. it took a couple weeks to find someone to see him. thankfully we got him into the emergency clinic at the shelter we adopted him at before things got too far advanced.
they had to anesthetize him to do any kind of an exam, but it didn't take much to figure it out. his blood sugar was over 400.
schmit has been on 1 unit of lantus 2x a day and wet food only diet and is now back up to 17lbs and has returned to his usual bloodthirsty self. he has his bad days. he cuddles a bit more now and then and i know he's not feeling great. but on the whole the admiral should be around for many more savage years. that is if i don't murder him first.
thanks for listening to this loooooong intro. if you haven't noticed, i am a little long winded. i do apologize for that.
happy new year to all
ash
i'm ashleigh and schmitty (aka the admiral) is our 9 year old rescue cat. he was part of a feral litter dropped off at our local shelter. in 2011 there was a glut of black cats available for adoption around the same time as my birthday so we went down to check them out. within minutes of walking into the shelter a tiny 8 week old velociraptor pretending to be a cat reached out of the kennel and snagged my shirt on his oversized claws.
this slightly savage puff-ball began chatting away at me in a very "you're taking me with you like it or not" kind of way. so we did. we dubbed him schmitty (after a favorite sf giants pitcher) admiral ackbar (star wars "its a trap!") and brought him home before he could change his mind about us. immediately he was feisty and ready to play. he never once hid from his new surroundings and was in fact very angry that we insisted he stay in the bedroom to get used to being in a new home.
we knew we were in for a wild ride and he has not disappointed.
85% of the time he's a love bug who demands cuddles but is also a bit insane and will turn on a dime. the feral has never left him. even 9 years later the admiral's favorite activity is hunting me, biting hard enough to bruise and deep enough to take whole minutes for blood to surface. he is the only animal i have ever met that holds a grudge and waits for the perfect opportunity to exact his revenge be it 5 minutes to 3 hours after the perceived slight. usually the offense is food oriented. perhaps i passed his bowl too many times without filling it. maybe i sat too long in a chair he wished to sleep on. possibly it's tuesday and he's mad about that.
schmit was diagnosed a few months ago after sudden weight loss, lethargy, and suddenly becoming nice. he had been about 20lbs most of his life and in a month had gone down to a paltry 15. then my poor velociraptor smelled of acetone and i freaked out. my gram was diabetic so i knew what that meant. the admiral is exclusively indoors and is such a bully that he hasn't had a regular vet visit (other than updating his vaccines at the clinic) and the pandemic had local animal hospitals limiting their new clients. it took a couple weeks to find someone to see him. thankfully we got him into the emergency clinic at the shelter we adopted him at before things got too far advanced.
they had to anesthetize him to do any kind of an exam, but it didn't take much to figure it out. his blood sugar was over 400.
schmit has been on 1 unit of lantus 2x a day and wet food only diet and is now back up to 17lbs and has returned to his usual bloodthirsty self. he has his bad days. he cuddles a bit more now and then and i know he's not feeling great. but on the whole the admiral should be around for many more savage years. that is if i don't murder him first.
thanks for listening to this loooooong intro. if you haven't noticed, i am a little long winded. i do apologize for that.
happy new year to all
ash
