Hello, again, it's me, Otter.  I am really happy this month.  First of all, Missy started me on medicine, so I don't seem to have "spells" anymore.  This is good because they really made me feel funny, and I know they scared Missy.  I also like how Missy gives me the medicine; she hides it in my soft food, so I hardly even notice it.  Jonathan, on the other hand, shoves it down my throat!  I don't like that.  But he has not been doing that lately, so I just get it in my food now. 

I also have a new favorite thing to do.  The big black doggy, Tito, is nice and warm and I really like to sit beside him and just lean on him.  It helps me feel secure and keeps me warm.  I'm not sure Tito likes it, but he doesn't move and that is all I care about.  I also like to cuddle up with Princess, the yellow dog, when on the sofa.  It is hard to get up on the sofa and often takes me more than one try.  Sometimes Missy will help me get on the sofa, especially if she sees me fall the first time.  Once up there, though, I either like to cuddle against Missy or against Princess. 

I also am happy because Missy has started getting rid of a lot of the mess in the house and keeping it gone.  I wish I could help her with this, but I cannot.  I know she yells at her boys when she needs their help, but they don't want to help her.  Fifi get's all upset about this and runs up to her and tries to comfort her.  Fifi, though, does try to help her clean.  When I use the pee pads that Missy puts down in the kitchen, Fifi will ball them up so that they don't smell and it's easier for Missy to throw away.  Honestly, though, Fifi is kind of strange.  She also will try and find pieces of paper, and use it to cover her litter box. 

Well, I guess that is all for now.  I am really happy this year because it is getting cold out and I have a nice, big, warm house to live in!  I am SO thankful I found Missy!  She spoils me so much! 

My CH Kitty's story

by Lamat

Cocoa, our five-month-old CH kitty, came into our lives on May 25, the day he came into this world. We had rescued Cocoa's mother a couple of months earlier, and she gave birth to her litter in our backyard.  Cocoa and his two littermates were like little furballs, who loved to eat and play.  As they grew older they would often stand near our door and meow till they were let inside. We'd let them in, after locking up our six very territory-conscious indoor adult cats. Cocoa would run up the stairs and hide in one of the rooms. It was a task catching him and taking him back into the backyard. The friendliest of the litter, he loved his tummy rubs, and after finishing his meal, he would lean against me, meow and also play with my hair.

In the middle of September, Cocoa, his mother and littermates showed symptoms of food poisoning. Cocoa and one of his littermate's condition was critical. Three days later Cocoa's littermate died, while Cocoa's chances of survival were bleak.

We would go and meet Cocoa at the vet's in the evenings. It was sad to see him. He had become half his size in less than a week and could barely meow or walk. A couple of days later we brought him back home and he became our eighth indoor cat (seventh was another kitty whom we took in around the same time).

One evening when we returned from the vet's we noticed that Cocoa's pupils had dilated and that he could not see. For those few hours, Cocoa held on to me tightly, and wouldn't let go of me. We phoned the vet who gave him a shot to reverse his symptoms. After the shot, Cocoa's pupils became alright and he fell asleep. When Cocoa woke up a few hours later, his pupils were dilated and he had lost his vision again. We sat with him all night. The vet advised us to put him to sleep in the morning. We couldn't bring ourselves to do that.

So we decided to take him to a homoeopath. We gave Cocoa a homoeopathic antidote for poisoning. It worked. Cocoa could see again.  Encouraged by the improvement in his condition we continued with more homoeopathy doses for treating his diarrhea and vomiting. We force-fed him for about 10 days, till he started eating a little by himself.

While his condition improved, Cocoa could not walk. The vet said it was due to weakness. We half-believed that theory and, as suggested by the vet, gave him energy boosters.  In the meantime, we noticed that though Cocoa couldn't walk he was very alert and loved to play. We saw Cocoa, playing with Itty, a six-month-old rescue, who had moved in with us.  Itty was amazingly gentle with Cocoa and played with him at his pace. This worked like magic for Cocoa and soon he was leaping around the room, hiding behind curtains and one day trying to chase one of our adult cats!

A few days  ago, as I wa s Googling for information on Cocoa's condition I learnt about CH kittens. I was horrified to learn that Cocoa would never be able to walk.  I checked out videos of CH kittens and I just knew that Cocoa was a CH kitty. I see his case as severe, because his latter half swings when he walks and, he keeps falling after every two steps.  But I see hope in Cocoa's case because Cocoa is fearless and has tremendous will power.