Daily dose of Vida #249

Lost this sweet girl to a saddle thrombus today. Can't imagine life without her.

My cat is left-handed. How 'bout yours?

Read an article about cars having a preference, like humans. Statistically, male cats are usually southpaws. Left-handed. I never paid any attention. After the article; i noticed he uses his left paw when he does stuff.

Show me your sleeping like an idiot cats

This is bean she sleeps like an old man

A spider tried to sit beside her...

Looking for a wand toy that releases the "prey" item

My kitty loves fishing rod / wand type toys and goes crazy chasing the "prey" (fluffy worms, mice, feathers) dangling from the end of the string. The thing is, once she's caught the "prey" she likes to carry it around the house in her mouth which is difficult whilst it's still attached to the string and rod, which drags behind unless I follow her. I wondered whether anyone has come across a wand type toy which allows a quick release of the prey item once the cat has caught it? Thanks in advance 🙂

Say hello to my new friend

My cat died and it's my fault

A few weeks ago my beloved baby boy, Squeaky, unexpectedly became very sick and after copious amounts of money and urgent treatment, we still had to put him down a few days ago. Vets said it was liver failure. About a month and a half ago, I had noticed he seemed a little less active, a little less himself, and losing a little weight. I thought it was a cold, because one of my other cats caught it and it went around to all of them. (I had 5 cats) So, I dismissed it, even though I noticed he was a little more symptomatic than the others. I mentioned maybe to take him to the vet, but never got around to it. Fast forward a few weeks and his skin turned yellow. Got him to the vet ASAP only to find his liver failure. A $600 treatment had him feeling better for a few days, but then he stopped eating, and was not himself anymore. We took him back, and they recommend that we put him down. The only other option was a invasive hospital treatment that would've cost $5000 or more, and wasn't guaranteed to work. So, we said our goodbyes right there and sent him on his journey to the rainbow bridge. Since then, I've been eaten alive by guilt. I should've taken him to the vet to be checked. I should've known he wasn't ok. I've had a cat before that's passed from liver failure and I knew the signs. I knew in my gut something was off but I didn't want to accept it. And now he's dead, and it's my fault. I can't sleep at night. Every corner of the house reminds me of him. I miss his purr, I miss his lap cuddles, I miss the way he squeaked when he was hungry, I miss everything and it hurts so much. I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself. I don't know what to do.

Who needs pillows?

This 5-cat hug I spotted melted my heart

A cat who is loitering in hope of getting more treats