14
Mar
09

Of Pootle and Pleurisy….

Odd title, I know, and the Pootle part doesn’t reference the Flumps….

My friend, lets call her Bert, has always had more cats then me – when I first met her she had 13, but time takes its toll. However in the past two years shes been clobbered. Five of her cats have died. The last one died this week just gone, and it was very sudden and shocking.

However, before I do the sad bit, a little about that cat, Pootle. he was a gorgeous tabby cat and quite mad in the heeeed. A bit like my Poppy, his mood could switch suddenly and he had a meow like a deflating bagpipe. Bert didn’t get him – he walked in through her kitchen window one day and never left.

Bert doted on him – it’s a sort of unspoken convention that one doesn’t play favourites, there was no doubt who had completly capturted her heart. He brought her such joy, happyness and sillyness – and someone to spoil after her son left home.

Thats why what happened last Tuesday has hit the poor woman so hard – she’s utterly devastated – and I must admit to being somewhat rocked by it. Everything was fine n dandy. Pootle is on his cat climbing frame having just demanded a small amount of warm milk. Bert pops to the front door to look for something and I  hear a thud. I didn’t conect, to be honest – just a cat jumping down….but then I saw Pootle….his back end was paralysed. Obviously a stroke. At 11.

Now, I had something similar happen to one of my cats, Charlie. However, he was very ill anyway and also somewhat old. But I knew exactly what had happened to Pootle. I had to tell Bert that Pootle had suddenly become very ill. The poor woman was shaken to the core, almost had a panic attack, tears all over the place. naturally we had to take him to the vet and unfortunetly there really wasn’t a choice to be made. He’d come to the end of the road.

In the past Bert has not been able to stay with her cats when they are being put to sleep. It’s been down to either her son, or in recent times, me to stay with them. Not fun, to be honest. But this time, bless her, she managed to stay the course. I was so proud of her because take it from one who knows, its probably one of the most difficult and stressfull things someone could do.

But Pootle gave her such joy, such pleasure. Something to focus on. I, myself, adored him because he just had so much charecter. But 5 cats in less then two years….that and other vet visits due to illness. The poor woman has been clobbered and it simply isn’t fair. My heart breaks for her, to be honest and I just wish there was some way I could make it better for her.

Anyway, enough gloomyness, have some results, people.

As those who have bothered to read through this blog will know, I recently went in for a lung biopsy. Well the results are in – and they’re somewhat, er..well….yes…..

Theres a couple of things wrong avec my lungs. One is, wait for it, Pleurisy

I must admit I thought that was one of those things that died out in the fifties along with Matrons that looked like Hattie Jaques and convelescance homes at Brighton. They only realised I had it when they sliced me open and I fountained – oh for a video: instant YouTube hit, lol. The other stuff is linked to the auto immune problems – my lungs are inflamed as are the blood thingies – don’t quite follow if Im honest, but seems I have arthritis of the lungs along with everywhere else. On top of that I have neurological problems  cos the pins n needles/numbness in my legs and feet has been confirmed by a sadist with an electrical gadget that sends lots of shocks through you. That and the fact one of my toes has decided to stop working.

So, Im now classed as disabled.

Great.

Bloody wonderful.

To say Im a little pissed off about that is….a moderate sentance. I know, I know, no point in getting annoyed, Ive just got to live with it and hope the medication eventually sorts it all out.

But I want my life back – it was just starting to finally get back on track. I’m sick of being sick.

So, that was cheerful, wasn’t it everyone?

I said ‘wasn’t it, everyone?’.

Hello…?

😛

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7 Responses to “Of Pootle and Pleurisy….”


  1. March 24, 2009 at 9:47 am

    What’s the Flumps?

  2. 2 macfadyan
    March 24, 2009 at 11:51 am

    ahem, google????? My nickname used to be Pootle…after the charecter in the Flumps, don’t cha know? 😛

  3. 3 Wyn
    March 24, 2009 at 12:56 pm

    Altogether now…

    parpar parpar parpar-parpum, parpar parpar, parpar-parpum

    …ahem, sorry.

    Get weller sooner.
    Had two cats get run over outside our house in two consecutive years.
    We’ve no kids, so it bloody hurt.

  4. 4 macfadyan
    March 24, 2009 at 8:24 pm

    Yeah, loosing cats is a hard thing..loosing any pet is. As it is, we’ve just spent the last week down the vets with one other of her remaining cats…the vet managed to pull her through this time, but next time my friend, lets call her bert, will let the moggie go. The cat’s brother is also looking ropey. She reckons she’ll have gone from 11 to 3 cats within 2 years before much long.

    Im concerned about my Poppy – the mad cat mentioned elsewhere. She’s a very nervy cat around the other cats I have, and as such, though I feed her seperatly, shes not eating enough and the weight is falling off her. Im…slightly at a loss as to what to do, tbh.

  5. 5 Wyn
    March 25, 2009 at 1:12 pm

    Don’t want to patronise, but have you checked her for worms?
    Maisy (our eldest) often goes off her food if the worms pay a visit. You can get worming drops now that makes it so much easier to administer. Mind you we have to feed her separately from Greebo (our youngest) because he bullies her off the food and eats both portions. Ah, youth.
    If Poppy’s an older cat, you might want to try specialist food for older cats. It’s more nutritious (apparently) and supposed to be designed for cats who start losing their appetite.

  6. 6 Wyn
    March 25, 2009 at 1:34 pm

    With regards to your diagnosis, I know it’s hard to be classed as disabled, even (hopefully) temporarily. It’s often hard to find a bright side, but with the diagnosis comes a treatment. Also the diagnosis has symptoms that tally with many of your others, so fingers crossed…(see I read Wiki)!
    Get well soon matey
    Bod be with you
    Wyn

  7. 7 Wyn
    March 25, 2009 at 1:48 pm

    Sorry last one for now. Just looked on t’internet for cat mood swing and lack of appetite. Apart from the obvious advice (vet), there are a number of possibilities.
    Is Poppy neutered (possibly in heat)
    Poppy may just be messed up and fussy
    Poppy may have hairballs
    Finally, she (?) may be suffering from some periodic pain. If she’s older, it could be the onset of mild arthritis (Maisy has this, as well as a sensitive stomach). This is the most common cause of mood swings and a loss of apetite.
    Toodles
    Wyn


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