3 1/2 months ago I came home from work and upon opening my front door I saw that someone had wedged a small bundle of rags in between my sceen and front doors.
The little bundle fell to my feet and to my surprise a tiny newborn kitten rolled out from inside it.
It was so young that it’s baby eyes were not even opened yet and I was at a loss as to what I should do with it.
I didn’t have the heart to abandon it somewhere so I committed myself to raising it at least until it was old enough for the humane society. I am a single man in my late 40s and have recently re-entered college to complete my long ignored education and a cat was not in my plans.
Things didn’t work out the way I planned.The cat just sort of grew on me and I guess you could say we bonded. I grew to love my little cat and she has provided me with hours and hours of fun, amusement and a warm unconditional love that I didn’t know was possible from a mere cat. She is now almost 4 months old and as I write this she is lying on my easy chair trying desparately to cling to life. It is silly for a man of my age to feel like crying over a mere cat but the tears are hard to supress as I type this statement.
Two weeks ago I noticed that my little “Gata” was scratching like crazy and I checked her out. Fleas sure as can be! Must have picked them up out in the backyard.
I went immediately to the H.E.B. grocery store and bought the most expensive flea remedy they had to offer, Hartz Mountain Flea and Tick Drops For Cats(advanced care type). I applied the drops as instructed on the package and three days later my gata was scratching fleas anew even though I hadn’t allowed her back outside! I applied another little bottle of Hartz.A week later I had to leave town for two days to work and when I got home my little cat was acting strange.
She walked like she was drunk and she couldn’t seem to stand up straight!She couldn’t run to greet me as is her custom to do and at one point she actually crashed into the wall head on as though she couldn’t see it in front of her! She seemed to had lost weight also. I searched the house for anything she may have gotten into but couldn’t find anything at all. Then I noticed that the 2 1/2 day supply of food and water I’d left for her had been barely touched! I became very alarmed and took her to the vet the very next morning(one week ago today). He was baffled but said it appeared to be some kind of toxic reaction. I insisted that I had checked my house from top to bottom and there wasn’t a single toxic substance she could have gotten into and I keep all my cleaning fluids and such in a secured area in my pantry closet.
Then he asked me “have you flea dipped her or put any kind of flea preparations on her lately?” I told him I had and it was a good brand and it seemed to work fine (after the second application).Then he dropped the bomb on me, he said “You didn’t use Hartz did
you?” My mouth fell open and I began to get a sinking feeling when I told him “Yes I used the advanced stuff”.
He told me that Hartz was known to kill cats on a regular basis and he couldn’t guarantee that he could help my cat! I was just in shock but I told him to do what he could and He went to work. Blood tests and medications and massive amounts of saline to stimulate kidney functions. Shots to help her liver and hours went by before I could take my little baby home. Two more visits to the vet since then and now my little orphaned bundle who was so energetic and happy two weeks ago is lying on my easy chair unable to walk or even eat and is about to leave me for good. Cats have an 8 to 12 year average life span, mine is not yet 4 months. It was through my ignorance that I did this to my beautiful little orphan but it was through the corporate greed and dishonesty of Hartz Mountain that it was able to happen in the first place. My cat is crippled and will soon be dead because of those people and their lust for profit and you can bet that I am angry about it . So angry that I would like to cripple and poison a few of those bastards with my own hands.
But all I can do is try to make my little orphan’s last hours as easy as possible. Thank you God almighty for the wonderful love my little cat gave to me. And forgive me for the harm I did to her.