Thursday, March 15, 2018

The day Momma lost her merle.



This is my Momma kitty.  She came into our lives quite suddenly back in July of 2008.  We had just returned from a vacation in Williamsburg and was catching up on some yard work.  I heard the cries of little kittens near by.  I pulled back some bushes and there she was feeding her litter of kittens.  

When she was done feeding and the kittens slept I offered her some food.  She was skinny and looked like she needed some help.  She was starved when I fed her taking in the food as quickly as she could looking up asking for more.  

And that's it.  She's been with us ever since.  We found good homes for 4 of her kittens.  We kept 2 of them and got her spayed so she wouldn't go through that again.  She was feral but desperate.  The days after her spay surgery she didn't pee for 2 days because she didn't know what a litter box was.  I was keeping her in the bathroom and she finally went.  

It was a long long road but we are finally at a place where she will let me hold her briefly, kiss her on the top of the head and she will lay on my lap if I sit perfectly still.  

We finally figured out that she is pretty much deaf also.  

She has a habit of "calling to her people" a lot.  After eating.  When she's laying down for a nap.  When she's about to drink water.  She lets the world know very loudly.  And she sounds like she's saying MERLE!!! MERLE!!!!MEEEERRRRRLE!!!!!

But yesterday she lost her merle.  I think she must have had a mini stroke.  She went limp for about 5 minutes.  She's eating again though not as much.  She's going potty OK and seems to walk fine.  

But she has lost a zest to her.  Her merle is one of them.  Now I miss the middle of the night calls.  I miss expecting the loud proclamations.  I hope she gets it back.  

We'll see.

Until Next Time.  

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