Also known as: the day I thought my cat was dying.
Valentines Day started out like any other day. Dalyn and I picked up our volunteers in Kham Pia and brought them back to Buengkan. Dalyn went with them to a local wat and I headed back to the house to print out their certificates. I came home to the usual chaos of our three dogs running around, cat hissing at everything and the kitten trying her best to get into trouble.
I had only been home about 10 minutes when our kitten, Bunlai, started to act a bit strange. (Bunlai is our 5 month old rescue kitten) She would let out these loud, plaintive meows I have never heard before. I thought maybe she was hungry and went into the kitchen to get her food. She ate a little bit and then lay down on the floor. I put the food away and turned to see her on her side, legs stretched out and back body completely seized up and shaking.
She looked terrified. I became terrified.
I dropped to the floor and watched her, helpless, and she had what I thought might be a seizure or a reaction to eating poison. I called Dalyn but, being in the temple, she wasn’t picking up. I called our vet to no avail. Bunlai seemed to recover and stood up, but her back legs looked unsteady, weak, unable to support her. She laid down again and went into another episode. Panicked and unable to get a hold of the vet, I turned to Dr Google (always a mistake) and soon came to the conclusion that my sweet kitten was dying. She was either dying or suffering from epilepsy, a blood clot, a muscle or back injury leading to potential paralysis, or diabetes that will require insulin shots daily for the rest of her life. Google had also come up with some helpful search suggestions, such as “how do I know if my cat is dying” and “how does a dying cat act”. THANKS A LOT, GOOGLE.
At this point I am sitting in the floor in tears thinking this is the end. She has stopped shaking for now, and then phone rings. It’s the vet. I tell him whats going on and ask if he can come to the house and see her; he has just finished work but will be there in about half an hour, but if she is having a seizure she needs to be taken in immediately. Still thinking she is well on her way to a life of paralysis but maybe not death (do they make kitty wheelchairs?), I said half an hour would be ok. By the time Dalyn returned home Bunlai was running around and Dalyn, of course, thought I was a little bit crazy. Bunlai soon lay down and again her muscles tensed up, her whole back arching as she meowed and shook. We were both sure there must be something gravely wrong with her.
Atom, our vet, finally arrives. He looks her over, sits down next to her, stands her upright and prepares to take her temperature when it happens again. Atom looks at me, “Is this whats been happening?” “Yes!” I practically yell, “yes that!” What is wrong with her?” He looks like he’s trying not to laugh. “It’s normal,” he tells me, “she’s having her period!” He let her stand upright and her back was arched, butt in the air in the mating position. I nearly died. He looks at me, then Dalyn, and just starts laughing.
I cried and called my vet for an after hours emergency home visit because my kitten was in heat.
Happy Valentine’s Day, hope it was filled with more fun and less panic than mine!