Maternal Instincts

I was heading up to move some fences, and stopped to check on the babies, outdoors for the first time.

They were sunning themselves against the back of the shed. A favorite spot it seems.

As I was leaning on the fence, Saba started snorting and acting quite odd. 

I'd never seen a goat "sit" like this.

She was doing all she could to put her body over and around her babies as she tried to stare down the cats. Even her ears were pointed at the cat. 
Here's more of the action and the sounds of Saba snorting.

That's one thing about goats, they confront. They don't run away. We find it very curious that the goats seem to be most afraid or disturbed by the cats. Only one goat had gone after the dog when she had new kids.  Makes you wonder what they fear.

Cerebellar Hypoplasia In Cats

Cerebellar Hypoplasia is quite the tongue twister, and there are those that call it CH for short. Sounds good for now.We had picked out our cat Pekoe one Saturday after my daughter's soccer game. I knew the woman with the litter from my volunteering at Canton Town Hall back then. I always wanted an orange tiger, and here he was. The following Monday morning, I got a call from her. The mother cat had died and she didn't know what to do with the six kittens. She had to go to work. Could I get mine? They were only four weeks old! I drove to her house and they were so tiny. They easily fit in your palm. I decided to take two for the time being to hopefully have them keep each other warm.
It turned out that my vet lived next door, and he had been called over when the cat started looking ill that Sunday. As he examined her, she gave him a nasty bite. When she was found dead the next day, he suspected rabies, and sent her head to the labs for testing. For two days we also had to worry about it, as we had played with the kittens, and it was possible that they had it too. Any little scratch could pass the disease. The results came back not as rabies, but distemper. As it turned out, the woman had never inoculated her cats. Of the six in the litter, two died within the next few days.

It was a long two weeks, but we kept them both alive by feeding them baby food, and when they stopped eating, forcing warm water in them and massaging them. Being able to put them in a shirt pocket as you went about your day, did make that a bit simpler, and having everyone eager to help was good too. I remember taking them to a soccer tournament in Massachusetts. We had a team of girls holding them then.

The second kitten(Rambunctious) had already been promised to another person, so at seven weeks, when they both seemed quite healthy and independent, we gave Rambo to his new owner. Within a few days, we noticed that Pekoe would be eating and then be lying on the floor for a moment. Then we heard more regular bumps, especially when he was eating or drinking. Then we watched in horror as he seemed to seize and flip backwards. After these events became more regular and severe, we called the vet, thinking this was a death sentence for the cat. After all our work to keep him alive, we were going to have to put him down. He seemed to be suffering and confused with what was happening to his body. We were in tears.

Our vet then, Dr. Tom Morganti, in Avon, CT, had worked in a city clinic where he had seen this problem before. He explained CH to us with the information very like that in the Hartwell article below. The problem was a result of the mother cat's distemper passing to the kittens He said that it wasn't fatal and that the kitten would learn to adjust, but could have many problems. He told us about how the cats sit differently, have vertigo, coordination and depth perception problems, and that it would not go away, but he would learn to deal with it. Although references say it doesn't get worse as they get older, our kitten was getting the symptoms a few weeks after birth, and so he was going from normal to severe in the course of days. He did not know what was happening to his body, and was still trying to leap and play as before. His depth perception was horrendous. He would try to go down one step with a huge leap and go crashing into the furniture and brick hearth. He has bloody eyes, broken teeth, and I am sure, cuts and bruises, before he learned to adjust to the condition. He could only stagger. He looked like the most drunk thing you ever saw (still does). We had to adjust the type of litter we used and put a liner on the surrounding walls and floors, as he would "miss fire" with his lack of co-ordination. That also meant at first daily baths; then weekly; then monthly, to just occasionally.

VIDEO OF CAT WITH CEREBELLAR HYPOPLASIA WALKING/STAGGERING


After a year, Pekoe was under as much control as he could muster, and was a very clean and happy boy. That he was so handsome, probably made us and others put up with his problems more willingly. He certainly was a lesson to us in disability. He also was a guest at two high school biology classes studying the nervous system during my daughter's 9th and 11th grade. He was a doll to take to nursing homes because he loved being cuddled, and you didn't have to worry about him running away. He couldn't get far fast! Each time we stopped at Dr. Morganti's office, Pekoe would be introduced to another person to learn about CH. I must say that Pekoe would not be here had it not been for Morganti's honesty and encouragement, and I am amazed he has lived this long with all the falls he has had.LIVING WITH A DISABLED CAT Copyright 1994,2003 Sarah Hartwell
http://www.messybeast.com/disabled.htm

The above link I think has the most true information to my situation with Pekoe. Find it under the Spastic (Cerebellar Hypoplasia) Cats heading. My cat would love to be a hunter as mentioned in this link, but that will never happen. He is lucky to have the barn cats these past two years, that leave their remnants and kills for him (I really think me) at the door so that he can share.This page below is probably the best I found with clips and stories and videos.
http://hubpages.com/hub/Cerebellar-Hypoplasia

Some of the information I disagree with here. Our Pekoe has been an in and out cat all his life. He is always in at night. Somehow he has managed to intimidate all but one dog that he has confronted. Luckily we were there to intervene, although Pekoe was doing a pretty good job already. If we do not let him out he will wail LOUDLY, no matter the weather. He has his routine and he likes it. Now that he is 11 1/2 years old, we think he is having a harder time with steps. He claws his way up and down the carpeted ones. He does fall all the time, but I compare him to an athlete that trains for this, and so he is used to it. He is like a wrestler that knows how to fall and roll with it.

Pekoe has been tough on some bedding and furniture as he pulls his way up, so he is only allowed in certain places now, but he still has a lot of freedom. Many people come to the door and tell us there is something wrong with our cat, and we smile and explain. He is not suffering or in pain, he just has cerebellar hypoplasia.

These cats are often put down because they can look scary, and there are enough "able" cats to adopt, but having a cat like this can be a great learning experience. If you ever have the rare opportunity, think about it.

Below are videos showing how Pekoe works at eating. In the future I will try and get one of him on the steps.

VIDEO OF PEKOE EATING OUT OF A BOWL


VIDEO OF PEKOE EATING DRY FOOD SITTING UP


VIDEO OF PEKOE EATING DRY FOOD LYING DOWN AND SCOOPING

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Dogs can also have this condition and even humans.
Cerebellar hypoplasia in dogs:

http://www.upei.ca/cidd/Diseases/nervous%20system%20disorders/cerebellar%20hypoplasia.htm

http://www.aquaticcommunity.com/dog/health/nerv/Cerebellarhypoplasia.php

Cerebellar hypoplasia in humans: http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/cerebellum/

Save Our Weeds

The cats have started a sit in, ...or really, in their case, a nap in.

Pekoe is resorting to violence and padding my foot as I work. Then attempting to roll and trip me.For once I was cleaning up some weeds and brambles around the pussy willow, when it became apparent that all the cats used the area to hide and nap. They have a cozy area with dried grass where they practically become invisible.
There are two cats here.By the cat nests, its obvious they have been enjoying peace and quiet there for a good long time. And now its been ruined. Help save our weeds.
Have the lady weed her gardens and not ours!

Made In The Shade

Its been a hot and humid couple of days now, and even the animals are slowing down. Don't the barn cats look comfy? Can't see them? They've got it made in the shade. I would never have noticed Mia if I didn't see her flop in here. This has become a regular spot for Snickers. Pekoe found his own grassy place in the shade.

Same Old, Same Old...Almost

This was an abnormally early morning for me. My shoulder was reminding me to not turn on my right side as the rest of me needed to be there. At 4:30, I finally gave up and got up! Then, Ibuprofen to start my day.What gave my morning a real lift was this sight. Last night's clean up was still evident! The prior two or three mornings, the view was of another thick layer of the white stuff. Clean and pretty as it was, it looked like we never shoveled at all.

Late yesterday afternoon, I started the cycle of clean-up again, continuing into dark and dinnertime. Those white blobs? Yes. Still snowing.There was little use starting early, as the snow continued all day. I just wanted to wait to maximize the effort before more tracks were put down to ice up the lane. Jock was my constant supervisor and assistant.

Pekoe was grateful to get out early this morning and not have to deal with neck deep snow and drifts. Lets see how long the reprieve lasts. More snow in today's forecast...and the next week's, with colder temps again.

Three Cats To the Vet

This is Pekoe. The cat you usually see sunning amongst the flowers. He is a bit angry in the back seat of the Explorer. Correction. More than a bit angry. He hasn't gone for a ride in a while, but I wisely did not put him in a crate. I made that mistake once, and the day only got ugly for Pekoe, me, and for the vet. I had a back up crate just in case. But things went okay. He rode next to the crate with the barn cats, snarling and hissing, just to make sure they didn't bother him. They didn't make a peep, or bat a paw. A couple of the turns I made were commented on when he rolled into the door. Nothing like a feline back seat driver. Snickers and Mia

Snickers has made this trip a few times, and she prefers not to be reminded of the embarrassing photographs of her in the sink after the drugs the vet gave her in February. She must have recognized something about the crate, because she did the four paw brace against the opening. Looked just like a cat in a cartoon. So Mia got out, while I got Snickers in. Then I had to catch Mia again. Such a comedy. Lucky for me she has a weakness for any food at all.
The girls waited in the crate while Pekoe got to explore the examination room. Pekoe gets treated extra special because he is extra special. He has cerebellar hypoplasia. His health history is a blog on its own. Briefly, his condition makes him a handicapped cat. He has vertigo and depth perception that give him major balance problems. He walks like a drunk. That he is 11 years old amazes me. He is the anti-cat when it comes to agility. He has never killed anything in his life, unless the legend is true about him smothering a baby mole with his body.

Sparing Pekoe the crate better prepares him for the rest of the vet experience, although he was not a gentleman at all. Mia was a doll and behave like a real trooper. Snickers was Snickers. Cautious of strangers anyway, so after one shot, she was not going to just stay there and let them give her another. The ears were so flat, and the claws were out, but the vet and her assistant were up for the task. Then came Pekoe who had been put on alert by Snickers' snarls and hissing. After one failed try at the shoulder, Pekoe got wrapped in his towel and got both shots in the hip. I know it smarted. He rode all the way home with that hip up.One again Pekoe started in the back seat, but was still quite upset about the shots. He was spitting and hissing his opinions about my driving again. He flailed his way onto the floor and then clawed his way up the center console and into the front seat. He then spun around, and up and down, until he was riding along like a king. Somehow we managed to get home without further incident Mia was not amused at the preferential treatment. She feels she has earned a ride in the front seat next time. We'll see Mia.

Once in the garage, all three cats made amazing time getting away from the crate and car. Even Pekoe. Hopefully they'll all forget this by next year.