Okay, I have a list I have been keeping of the GOOD things about Cincinnati, although, as many know, the BAD list is equally as long (the worst is the Cat House at the Zoo), and seriously much more depressing.
Imagine, if you will, though, a combination of each: one of the greatest things about Cinci has been our little tribe of outside kitties. Peter, my sweetie -always good for a snuggle, has had the upper respiratory bug which they pass around each spring. It didn't seem to be going away, regardless of the Cipro I have been administering, so I took him to the vet. Turns out, he has Feline Leukemia. Which means our entire tribe may have it. The vet told me I do more for these "nobody's kitties" than anyone ever has, so don't blame myself, it's not my fault. I just never thought that would enter our lives. And now I may lose one of the greatest joys of my life. B-Dub, Finnegan, Peter, Patrick, Pyewacket (look up her name - it's really cool!), Weezer . . . all because I was negligent in getting them vaccines. Who would have? I have spent hundreds on food, spaying Pye, vet visits for the litters of kittens we've saved. I used to lay awake at night, crying, because I didn't know what we would do with them when we moved. My sadness was laid to rest when Tim agreed, and our vet explained how, to bring them with us when we leave in the next few months. Now, this.
Peter is living inside in Allie's old crate (she used twice) in the study while he is on antibiotics for the infection. There is nothing we can do about the FeLeuk. The other inside kitties must stay away, but he seems resolved to his fate for now - calm and loving, as always.
I have been reading up on it. Interferon and some holistic helpers may be in order. For now, sleep. It's been a long, cold, lonely winter.
(incidentally, the picture is of Finnegan and Pyewacket - right before she was spayed. He was the father of Pye's last litter, of which Luca, our praying-mantis-head kitty, lives inside with us.)
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