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Originally Posted by Flat Six
"I will go down and sleep with him tonight." You're a good cat dad . . .
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Well not really but I try. Was fully expecting to put him down the next day and glad that did not happen. But I briefly got to see what life would be without the little basterd who lies about wanting to go outside, tries to trip me at every opportunity, knows just when I'm busy, sheds hair everywhere, complains about three types of food, and gets jealous whenever I pet the dawg. I was never a cat person before but the little monster turned me into one. They become part of us.
The right-side paralyzation was probably a blood clot or stroke. Had to drag him into the box for almost a week but he has since almost recovered. The vets were diagnosing nervous system disease or brain tumor, but those won't present so suddenly I would guess. And also a "no" to the neurological clinic for a $4500 MRI geesh. I played with his feet and generally humiliated him until he bounced back. That little half-limping bugger then ran off for a few days out of protest just before I went out of town.
He's already been hit by a car(chunk of hipbone broken and piece of ear missing), Got bit in the throat real good(abscesses next to carotid drained twice), recovered from severe wheezing(diagnosed as lung cancer), and now this. I'm probably forgetting a few more incidents but he's used up a few of his nine lives.