cookieLu1999
Member Since 2015
Hello! I am Maria and my kitty Phoebe was diagnosed with diabetes on Thursday. She has been taking high doses of prednisolone because she also has gastric lymphoma. And the vet is certain the high dose is what precipitated her diabetes.
Phoebe came to me at a cat rescue adoption event I attended with desire to adopt a different cat. I used to volunteer for this cat rescue org and they knew me well. I arrived too late to adopt the orange tabby I had my heart set on, but I was not too late to step up when a young couple showed up with a cardboard box. The tiny feral kitten inside could barely move and was having difficulty breathing, but she bit my finger ravenously, only once, when offered food. She was too weak to try for another bite. This poor little soul's gums had absolutely no color at all and she was dark with fleas and flea dirt. The couple told a sad story of watching the mommy cat running back to the kitten again and again to encourage her to keep walking when all she could do was take a couple steps then fall over from exhaustion. They decided to step in and pick up the kitten: if they had shown up five minutes later than they did we all would have been gone. If I had been earlier to the adoption show I would have been home already with an orange tabby. So much lined up just right for this kitten on this day. So I assumed foster care of the kitten. The regular vet the group used was already closed for the day and they instructed me to take her there the following morning. As I drove home with this kitten I decided to take her to an emergency hospital rather than wait until morning. It was a good decision, the vet said she was in the process of dying - moribund - when I took her in. This poor kitten was starving and had flea anemia. Kitten got life saving blood and recovered quickly. She was better the next day and ate ravenously to restore her tiny body to it's full weight over the next weeks. It took Phoebe several years to learn that she didn't need to gulp her food or defend her bowl from the other cats; that the next meal was always going to be there for her. She had the awful habit of eating the other cats' food vomit too. It's what a starving kitten learned to do to stay alive. Phoebe has always been a very grumpy cat and I owe this to her difficult fight for survival and her first experience with humans involving needles and clippers and the clinical handling it took to save her life. Phoebe is about ten years old now and I have tried to give her the best indoor kitty life possible, but she is grump and that's just how it is. I love her to pieces. I call her my snow leopard because she has a very wild-type lynx point coloring. Her pretty blue eyes are always scowling, but she plays and enjoys the company of my other cats and will even come sit on my lap sometimes! I figured by the time she got old enough to require medications I wouldn't be able to give them. She is the only cat I have difficulty handling, and her screaming could wake the dead, I swear! But we do it! I am able to give her oral meds! It's a constantly evolving process and I follow her lead to make it a positive experience.
So here we are, Phoebe and I. On a new adventure together. And I hope she will be able to get used to whatever we need to do to control her blood sugar. Oh how I hope.
I am so glad to have found this group because there is SO much for me to learn, and I am terrified of her going hypoglycemic while we strive to get her all good again. I won't have a problem keeping feedings and injections regular. I already have all my cats on a feeding schedule and I work part-time as a cat sitter so any kind of scheduling changes or enhancements will not be a problem. I just want to get this right so Phoebe will enjoy her life!
Phoebe came to me at a cat rescue adoption event I attended with desire to adopt a different cat. I used to volunteer for this cat rescue org and they knew me well. I arrived too late to adopt the orange tabby I had my heart set on, but I was not too late to step up when a young couple showed up with a cardboard box. The tiny feral kitten inside could barely move and was having difficulty breathing, but she bit my finger ravenously, only once, when offered food. She was too weak to try for another bite. This poor little soul's gums had absolutely no color at all and she was dark with fleas and flea dirt. The couple told a sad story of watching the mommy cat running back to the kitten again and again to encourage her to keep walking when all she could do was take a couple steps then fall over from exhaustion. They decided to step in and pick up the kitten: if they had shown up five minutes later than they did we all would have been gone. If I had been earlier to the adoption show I would have been home already with an orange tabby. So much lined up just right for this kitten on this day. So I assumed foster care of the kitten. The regular vet the group used was already closed for the day and they instructed me to take her there the following morning. As I drove home with this kitten I decided to take her to an emergency hospital rather than wait until morning. It was a good decision, the vet said she was in the process of dying - moribund - when I took her in. This poor kitten was starving and had flea anemia. Kitten got life saving blood and recovered quickly. She was better the next day and ate ravenously to restore her tiny body to it's full weight over the next weeks. It took Phoebe several years to learn that she didn't need to gulp her food or defend her bowl from the other cats; that the next meal was always going to be there for her. She had the awful habit of eating the other cats' food vomit too. It's what a starving kitten learned to do to stay alive. Phoebe has always been a very grumpy cat and I owe this to her difficult fight for survival and her first experience with humans involving needles and clippers and the clinical handling it took to save her life. Phoebe is about ten years old now and I have tried to give her the best indoor kitty life possible, but she is grump and that's just how it is. I love her to pieces. I call her my snow leopard because she has a very wild-type lynx point coloring. Her pretty blue eyes are always scowling, but she plays and enjoys the company of my other cats and will even come sit on my lap sometimes! I figured by the time she got old enough to require medications I wouldn't be able to give them. She is the only cat I have difficulty handling, and her screaming could wake the dead, I swear! But we do it! I am able to give her oral meds! It's a constantly evolving process and I follow her lead to make it a positive experience.
So here we are, Phoebe and I. On a new adventure together. And I hope she will be able to get used to whatever we need to do to control her blood sugar. Oh how I hope.
I am so glad to have found this group because there is SO much for me to learn, and I am terrified of her going hypoglycemic while we strive to get her all good again. I won't have a problem keeping feedings and injections regular. I already have all my cats on a feeding schedule and I work part-time as a cat sitter so any kind of scheduling changes or enhancements will not be a problem. I just want to get this right so Phoebe will enjoy her life!