From Mod R: A thread on kitty health updates from various cat owners and wanting to know if your cat is ok?
This is Oliver. Oliver was rescued years ago from a glass cage in Petsmart. Oliver has issues.
He refuses to eat any food other than Meow Mix. It has to be dry Meow Mix. He won’t eat Fancy Feast. He won’t eat any other dry food. He won’t touch canned food, or chicken, or fish, or tuna out of the can. Just Meow Mix.
Oliver insists on having a full cat dish. If the dish is not full, he will come and get you, and then lead you to show you the empty dish, and then walk you to where the cat food is because humans are dumb.
Oliver is exceptionally mellow. He doesn’t hiss, scratch, or protest in any way when he is handled. But if allowed outside, he has moments of predatory insanity. One time he jumped about six feet in the air and snatched a low-flying bird. Gordon chased him to get the bird away and Oliver growled at him, blood running from his mouth, and ran into the drain on the side of the road. Oliver is discouraged from going outside and now that he is older, he is content being a house cat. Also, Gordon is his favorite person. Gordon doesn’t like him but Oliver is insistent, so they sit together on the couch.
Oliver frequently vomits. Oliver is allowed to have a few Party Mix treats, which is the only thing he will eat besides Meow Mix and random birds he catches in mid-air. If Oliver has one too many treats, he vomits. If he eats one too many kibbles of Meow Mix, he vomits. If there is rain, he vomits. If there is sun, he vomits. He vomits and vomits and vomits. Yes, the vet checked him.
Oliver has to have a steroid shot every 3 months. If the shot is delayed, Oliver rips his hair out. It usually starts around his ears. He starts sneezing and then the fur behind his ears falls out in patches. The last time we delayed the shot, because the vet had a long waiting list, Oliver had done something our vet has never seen before in his many decades of practice. The night before he was fine. Then in the morning Gordon picked him up and said, “Something is wrong.”
Oliver removed the entirety of the fur on his belly. It was dry, red like tomato, and completely fucked up. There is no way to describe it. He was bald. Our poor vet had come out to the car despite COVID to tell us that Oliver “did a number on himself.” We don’t miss the steroid shots anymore.
And that’s what’s wrong with Oliver.