The May 2016 issue of Consumer Reports looks at pet insurance to see if it’s worth it for the money. The upshot? If you have a pet with a costly condition, pet insurance may save you more than you spend on the cost of coverage.
Every single time I take my cats to the vet, the first thing they want is a blood test, even if the cat just had one. How suspicious! They aren’t even trying to hide it, but they can’t slip this by me. These guys love cat blood!
Veterinarians love to take blood just as much as vampires, it’s a fact. They say it’s to see what’s wrong with your cat. Sure. But do the math. A lot of time you think it through and you really don’t need that $150 to $500 blood test. It’s like the ultimate knee jerk reaction for a vet to suck your (cat’s) blood.
The blood taking is bad enough, but the vets don’t stop there. When your cat gets a little sick for the first time in its life and has one or two bad days, the vet tells you it’s time “to have that end-of-life discussion.”
I would understand if it was me. After a day or two of feeling sick, I’m all for calling Dr. Death or whoever. Unfortunately, my own doctor thinks I have a tendency to jump the gun on this. Apparently I’m expected to suffer through the flu and live another day.
Not so for my cat. At the first sign on difficulty, it’s time to have That conversation about end of life. The problem is, I’m far more attached to my cat’s life than I am to even my own. I’m not ready for the Vampire Vets to whisk him off at the first sign of trouble. Unless, of course, they can turn him into a zombie.
If my cat were a zombie I feel this could be the best of both worlds. No more getting sick or fending off blood-thirsty veterinarians. No more little cans of dead pigs and things. Just my little urchin giving me all the cat zombie love I ever wanted. So it’s a big yes for Zombie Cat, and a big no for Vampire Vets.
Can cats break their legs? They sure can. And when they do, at least they heal better than dogs and horses.
Understand, I’m always trying to find the bright side of things. To me, discovering another way in which cats are superior to dogs is a real “silver lining” in all of these weekly vet visits and heeping vet bills.
Yes, my own little Herman Panther broke his right front leg in a cat fight in our new backyard in late June. Herman has other health issues that suddenly popped up this year as well. So many in fact that more than one human has said it may be time to pull Herman’s plug, a thought both me and my partner find dastardly.
Herman himself is not at all in favor of it, clearly maintaining a strong will to live and eat, at least most of the time. It didn’t help that both kitties seemed to get ill from some new food in recent weeks. We read online the company had some recalls last Spring that were questionably handled, a reminder that you can never be too careful. Fortunately, both cats are both doing better since going back to the old food.
It’s been a couple of months since his cat fight, but Herman is finally on the mend thanks to the great doctors at Broadway Pet Hospital in Oakland who never gave up on him. He’s still in his cast and our house remains dismantled of anything he might jump on (which considering I live in cat jungle gym is pretty darn dismantled). But maybe he’ll get his cast off this month!
Herman may not be healing any faster than a dog as it turns out, but he’s still healing way faster than a horse.
The blood-curdling howl ripped me from dream state, and I awoke knowing someone was doing something horrible to something else out there in the night. Then it all snapped into place like two Legos and my feet flew out of bed bringing me along running with them. It was five AM and I had to stop the painful sounds of torture — if not any actual torture itself. I had to consider, what would the neighbors think?
Sure enough, I had awoken to the horrible sounds of another battle-supreme between the two cats who otherwise can’t get enough (sleep on top) of each other. The “brothers” who are not related, the boys who fill our days with joys have lately become a troubled duo. Call them Paul and John, they ain’t getting along, at least not all the time like they used to. Continue reading