Monday, May 04, 2009 , terribly early in the morning

The adorable Slow Loris

I’m sure you’ve all been talking about the Slow Loris for months without my knowledge, but just in case you missed the boat on this adorable creature like I did, here’s the cutest video I’ve ever seen.  Yes, I think it’s even cuter than kittens:

I was interested in knowing more about the Slow Loris, and found the website of an Australian researcher who’s raising an orphaned baby Loris.  Turns out the Loris is venomous, which might put a small crimp in my plans to have a whole houseful of them.  The Loris is an endangered species due to habitat destruction and its use in Asian medicine.  There’s a lot to love about Asian culture in general, but wow, I sure wish they’d use more Viagra and less tiger penis, for example.

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Monday, April 27, 2009 , early evening

Support Wee Paws: buy our AcuTouch Massage Chair!

Wee Paws has had an HT-7450 Zero Gravity Massage chair donated by the Human Touch Technology company.  It was actually more of a trade than a donation, but the result is the same, so we’re selling a brand new HT-7450 as a Wee Paws fundraiser.  The chair is available in your choice of brown or black leather, and it will be shipped directly from the HTT factory with all applicable warranties and such (you can read about the chair and see photos by following the link above).  The chair sells for $3299 from HTT, but other stores price it as high at $3999, so it’s a pretty darn nice chair.  I know everyone is hurting because of the economy right now, and the last thing most of us need are luxuries, but if you’ve ever considered purchasing this sort of thing, please email me and make us an offer!  Many years ago we bought a much more basic massage chair for wholesale cost at a chiropractic convention and it’s been wonderful for aches, pains, and everyday stress.  It’s also held up really well, and still going strong after at least six years of regular use.

Later this evening I’m going to post about some more items I have for sale, specifically, coupons for free bags of cat litter and free cases of cat food, so I hope you’ll check back.

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You’d think I’d be better at this by now

I just can’t seem to get back into regular blogging, no matter how hard I try.  It’s not from lack of topics, as I compose a blog entry in my head almost daily—I just never get around to actually writing it down!  We’ve had a few bumps in the road over the last few weeks, too… we lost our Internet connection for over a week, and the server this blog is hosted on was down for about three or four days.  I don’t even know if anyone is still reading, but figure I might at least get a visitor who’s lost :) 

All the creatures and humans here are doing well, although Eli, our 13 year old German shepherd, is starting to really show her age.  She’s lively and happy, but is having a lot of trouble with her back legs due to arthritis and muscle atrophy.  I inadvertently exacerbated the problem by stopping her access to the second floor of the house a year ago, when she started to have a leaky bladder.  The incontinence was so bad that she would just leak urine when she walked around, and it was almost impossible to keep track of the leaks on the carpet to clean them, so I kept her downstairs.  We eventually got her on Proin, which fixed her bladder problems completely, but by that time she’d trained herself to not go upstairs and I didn’t really think anything of it.  In retrospect, the stairs were great exercise for her hind legs.  I made her leg problems worse last fall when I removed the doggie door (the cats kept going outside)—when she used the door, she had to lift her hind legs over a high step, and I think that helped keep her limber.  Now she even stumbles slightly just walking over the track for the sliding door.  Her weight had dropped about 15 pounds during her last wellness exam, and I’m pretty sure that’s entirely a loss of muscle mass.  The good news is that she still loves to run around the yard with Dante, and rarely misses a chance to ask me to throw a ball for her to fetch.  Rimadyl has been great for her, and when she’s on it she’s vastly more agile and less prone to stumbling.  Flippy suggested today that it might be time to see about getting Eli a cart to help support her back legs, and it’s definitely something for us to consider if the problem seems irreparable.  Right now I’m still hoping I might help build those rear leg muscles back up by getting Eli back on the stairs a couple of times a day.  I wish she liked the pool—I’d happily deal with cleaning dog hair out of the pool filters if I could get Eli to use the pool for exercise.  I’ve been trying to get her in it for years, though, and she always refuses to go beyond the first step.  When Eli was about 10 weeks old we spent a lot of time at Laguna Beach and she just hated the waves and getting her feet wet, so she’s never been a dog who likes water.

Other than Rimadyl, the one thing which makes a big difference in Eli’s agility is Dasuquin.  If you’ve got a dog on Cosequin, you might want to consider making a switch to Dasuquin, which seems to be just a little bit more effective for a similar price.  Eli’s been on glucosamine and chondroitin supplements for most of her life, and I’m positive they helped hold off these problems.  I’ve seen a couple of the older cats start to move around more after putting them on Dasuquin, too.  Use it as a preventative if you’re able, but better late than never.

Speaking of cats, I’m still anxiously awaiting my first set of bottle-babies in two years.  I’ve told the vet’s office that I’m willing and able to take on the next litter which is brought to them, and while I don’t wish any kittens to be orphaned/abandoned, I’ll be happy to blog about any that I’m lucky enough to care for.

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Friday, March 27, 2009 , early afternoon

Cats and kidney disease

Considering we have a household of feline misfits and castoffs, it’s a bit surprising that we’ve never had to deal with kidney disease.  I’m quite sure Pinto died of undiagnosed kidney problems, but he had so many other things going on from the time we bailed him out of animal control that the kidney issues lay buried until his last 24 hours of life.  We know so many people online who manage cats with kidney failure that it’s certainly an issue we’re familiar with, but this week was our first chance to get up close and personal with the problem.  Luckily, the diagnosis didn’t belong to one of our cats, but it was nevertheless stressful when it happened to a young friend.

The story started out in a way I like… young woman graduates from college, moves across country to a cute guy and a good job, and brings along her elderly cat companion.  I know far too many people who would try to dump their cat off on someone if they just moved to the other side of town, so I really respect this person for taking her responsibilities seriously.  Her cat, a boy named Madison, had been dealing with IBS but that seemed to be under control.  Then a few nights ago, he started to drag his back legs around, and stopped eating.  From the description it didn’t sound like a blood clot, but I definitely suggested in a phone call with the that the cat go to the vet the next day.  The diagnosis was rapid—one kidney was shriveled up and probably hadn’t worked for some time, and the other one was operating at about 20% capacity.  The vet ominously suggested euthanasia or dialysis, the latter being ridiculous because a) we don’t have an animal dialysis center in Las Vegas, and b) who can afford dialysis at $1500/week?!  I’m surprised he didn’t just recommend a kidney transplant.  Madison’s owner was justifiably shocked and upset, but I told her that I didn’t think her vet was giving her the complete picture, and I practically begged her to get a second opinion from our vet.  Even if the diagnosis/recommendations came back the same way, there would be no doubt about the decision to be made, and maybe lack of doubt could eventually contribute to peace of mind.

The people working at our vet clinic were incredible, and they treated Madison and his owner like VIPs.  Instead of declaring the situation hopeless, they checked the cat into the clinic for a couple of nights of IV fluids.  A recheck of his bloodwork showed normal values, and he was sent home with instructions on how to administer daily sub-q fluids.  Nothing else was changed—no dietary changes for now, no additional meds, just daily fluids.  As of last night (his first night home), Madison was eating a bit too well (he ate too much and then threw it up), and he was dealing with some residual constipation from being dehydrated before his diagnosis.  He’s scheduled for a recheck of his blood values next week, but in the interim, the vet techs and even one of the receptionists have offered to help with the sub-q fluids of there are any problems.  We’re certainly willing to run over and help, of course, but it’s nice to know that there’s professional help on standby.  Not only did the clinic let Madison’s owner have a payment plan (a plan which essentially said, “pay whatever you can, whenever you can, we trust you because of who referred you to us”), they zeroed out a number of charges on the bill and effectively gave about a 15-20% discount.  I desperately want to get out of Las Vegas for so many reasons, but the one really strong tie that binds me here is our vet and the clinic staff.  It’s incredible peace of mind to know that whatever goes wrong, they’re going to help first and worry about money issues later.  My favourite vet tech has also promised to marry me as soon as she gets rid of her husband, but that’s a story for another time.

The last few days I’ve been trying to cram about feline kidney disease so I can answer the occasional panicky phone call, but it’s a pretty overwhelming topic (I’m so glad I wasn’t a pet owner prior to the existence of the Internet).  Two sites which have been helpful are The Feline CRF Information Center and Tanya’s Feline CRF Information (her “Just Diagnosed?” page was perfect for this situation).  Kudos to YouTube for existing because it’s full of great instructional videos on how to administer fluids. (It’s also full of videos that people have taken of their cats dying… it’s one thing to take the video, but what compels someone to stick it up on YouTube?  Ick.)  Right now I’m hunting around for a local source of sodium chloride solution—I know it can be ordered online, but shipping costs mean it ultimately doesn’t offer much savings.  The Target pharmacy didn’t stock it, so I’m going to call a medical supply place and see if they carry it.  The vet clinic can supply it, but it’s cheaper to buy it elsewhere by the case (if it can be found elsewhere).

I know many of you have had cats in similar situations, so if you have any tips, advice, suggestions… please speak up, and I’ll pass them along!  From what I’ve read, 20% function isn’t as bad as it sounds, and a cat could conceivably live a couple more years if the disease doesn’t progress.  I’m happy to hear about anything and everything that worked for you.  I feel really good that I helped someone give her cat a ninth life.  I know I didn’t do anything but offer a recommendation (and some emotional hand-holding), but I’m glad I went with my gut instinct and suggested that second opinion.  Oh, I went to pick up the mail yesterday and the vet clinic had sent *us* a thank-you card and a gift certificate for referring a new client.  Totally unnecessary and totally appreciated.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009 , late at night

Remember Rory?  She’s an Internet celebrity!

funny pictures of cats with captions
see more Lolcats and funny pictures

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Monday, March 16, 2009 , the wee hours

Kitten cams, the best thing since marshmallows in cereal

I’m sure there are no shortage of live webcam streams showing kittens, but I’m not a big video watcher so they’re relatively new to me.  Given our own yearning for a new litter of bottle-babies, it’s fun to live vicariously through videos of kittens who are only a few weeks old.  UStream is the only site I’ve used for finding kitten cams so far, but I’ve found lots to keep me busy.  If you have a chance to watch (usually during daylight hours, but it depends on your time zone), check out these 4 week old adorable monsters who are still nursing from their Mom, “Ginger’s kittens”, and these cool Abyssinian kittens.  Obviously these links are time-sensitive, but as long as there’s a planet there will always be kittens, so just use the Search feature on UStream and look for “kittens” if these links have expired.  Have fun!

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Sunday, March 15, 2009 , lunch time

What’s new at Wee Paws

It’s been ages since I’ve written anything about Wee Paws in general, so here’s a little update about all our residents, temporary and permanent.

The fat fosters are going home!  I was honestly a bit worried that these two might never get picked up by their family, and they have been here a couple of weeks longer than we originally anticipated.  However, a couple of days ago we received a nice PayPal donation from their owners, who are coming to get them today.  The owners promise to switch the cats to wet food (from freely-fed kibble), and will keep them on their diet until they get down to a better weight.  I’ll come back and edit this with specific weights, but I know they’ve each lost 3+ lbs. since their arrival, and Wilbur (the smaller of the two cats), now looks more “big-boned” than obese.  It was good to be able to do something really proactive to help pets affected by foreclosures, even if it was only these two.

Kevin, the sexy stray we took in off the streets over the winter has not one, but two, potential homes.  Kevin loves dogs, so some friends in Seattle who are looking for a dog-friendly cat are interested in adopting him.  If that doesn’t work out, the doctor who runs our clinical trial is also interested in adoption.  The only problem with the doctor is that she works a lot, and I think Kevin would be lonely as an only cat.  In her case, she might be better off adopting a couple of older sibling cats (I just had a lightbulb go on and I know where there is a pair of adoptable sibling cats, so maybe I can make a love match without ever needing the cats to be under our roof).

Skylar is still here, and I’m not sure if he’ll end up going anywhere.  He’d like to find an older owner with a nice lap and live as a solitary cat, but he’s almost 15 years old and it’s tough to find someone willing to take a cat whose best years are probably behind him.  You’d never know how old he was to look at him, and he’s very active, so maybe someone will eventually turn up.

Once the fat fosters have vacated the guest bedroom, we potentially have room to provide more help if it’s needed.  There are so many cat candidates to choose from, though.  I’ve had one panicked email this week from a person who’s been taking in cats abandoned in her neighbourhood of foreclosures, but she’s hit some maximum ppi (paws per square inch) and the cats are starting to fight amongst themselves.  She needs to remove one specific cat to fix the issue.  Our local dog rescue Yahoo group posted about a cat who needs a foster family—yet another foreclosure victim.  The cat is an orange male tabby like my little Liam, and I’ll admit I fell a bit in love with him when I saw his photo.  He’s a possibility.  The bulletin board at our vet’s office contains no fewer than half a dozen cats looking for new homes, and it’s already kitten season, so I’m sure we’ll stay busy.  What I’m really hoping for are some bottle-babies, because we haven’t had any in two years and I’ve got empty nest syndrome.

All the cats who live here permanently as pets are doing well, even Bunny, who seems completely recovered from her accident.  With the exception of one specific grumpy cat (Jackson Monroe), all the cats are remarkably good about adapting to new cats and barely blink when I plop a stranger down in their midst.  We still feed raw, although I’ve been supplementing with bits of T/D Prescription Diet in an attempt to ward off dental problems.  I’m skeptical that it will truly make a difference, even though it was suggested it would still do its job if only fed as a snack, but it’s fine to have a “kibble hunt” with the cats.  I go from room to room and toss small handfuls of kibble around, hiding pieces in cat furniture along the way, and the resulting pandemonium is like a frenzied Easter Egg quest, but with a lot more feet.  It’s good exercise for the cats, and it gives them a chance to “hunt”.  No matter how little they actually end up getting (maybe a tablespoon of kibble each), the hunt exhausts them and it’s a great way to create a few hours of silence.  When you’re hiding eggs for your kids this year, don’t forget to hide some kibble for your cats!

This should probably be its own blog entry, but until I expand on it, here’s a link to a new raw cat food recipe I’ve been trying, created by Dr. Lisa Pierson, DVM.  The food is surprisingly easy to make, the ingredients are inexpensive if you purchase from the correct sources, and you haven’t lived until you’ve filled your blender with raw chicken livers and raw eggs.  I like that I can vary the recipe a bit, too… although not needed, I can add a bit of brown rice or oatmeal or some other fiber source, and I can toss in clams or leftover cooked meat bits if I have any to get rid of.  The cats seems to love it, although these guys will eat almost anything... TJ ate a bunch of sauerkraut last week.  I dared him to do it by putting a spoonful of it on the counter for him, but he doesn’t know what a dare is, and he ate it anyway.

I’ve been cheating on you by posting book reviews at Goodreads.com, but I’m going to copy them over here in the next few days.  Lots of good books available about animal care and people who love animals, so maybe you’ll find something you’ll want to read.  It’s been so great having a brand new library open near us—I haven’t read so much in years!

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Thursday, March 12, 2009 , the wee hours

We put our pets first: we are NOT in the minority!

I can’t believe I have to edit this to state the obvious, but, this post is not an attack on the “extended family member” who informed us of the opinions of the rest of the family.  I didn’t shoot the messenger, and I didn’t identify the messenger, although she subsequently identified herself.  I didn’t even mention the messenger beyond the first paragraph—this blog entry is not about the messenger!  The point of this entry was to rally the troops, so to speak—those of us who see our pets as family members need to be vocal in our support of one another.  The idea that pets are “disposable” in a time of financial crisis is literally an issue of life and death for that pet.  People who think that you can just take your pets to an animal shelter as a simple means of rehoming them need to be made aware of the fact that the majority of animals who enter shelters do not come out again.  I actually think that if I was forced to give up my pets and couldn’t place them with new families myself, I might choose to have them euthanized for my peace of mind and their safety.  If the odds say that they’ll most likely end up being put to death after a few confusing, noisy, and miserable days at a shelter, maybe I should spare them that misery.  I hope I never need to actually come to a decision about what I’d do in that situation.  Nevertheless, the following rant was in self-defence.  I still haven’t recovered from finding out that certain people think I’ve been telling them lies about Wee Paws for all these years.  It would have saved me a lot of time if I’d just lied and not actually committed so much time to the process of making Wee Paws self-supporting, even if that means we have to stay small.

An extended member of Flippy’s family recently informed us in an email that “most” people think our financial problems are caused by our pets, that “most” people think we’re lying when we say our vet is giving us free services, and that “most” people essentially think getting rid of our pets is the responsible thing to do because we supposedly are unable to care for them.  We were also told that “most” people don’t understand our love for animals.  Added to this (like a booger garnish on a crap sandwich), it was admitted that a member of Flippy’s family doesn’t think fibromyalgia really exists (edited: I was incorrect, the statement wasn’t that FMS doesn’t exist, but that Flippy doesn’t have it and is just lazy.  It actually doesn’t matter if he believes FMS exists, because we’ve all been victims of someone—a family member, even a doctor—telling us our symptoms are just psychological.  When one sufferer of chronic illness is called a liar it truly does tarnish all of us).  I’m sure you can tell from my tone how much I enjoyed reading that email.  I had suspected there was some family resentment towards the pets, but I had no idea they were being blamed for our financial problems.  I had no idea I’ve been considered an incessant liar for the past three or four years.  I really had no idea that there was so much armchair doctoring going on, either.

I should not have to restate the obvious here, but I’ve been receiving free pet care products for the pets for at least three or four years.  I have no recollection of the last time I paid for cat litter.  I get free food donations from a couple of companies, and when we go to SuperZoo, we bring home so much food that it overflows our freezer and garage.  It literally ends up being a few thousand dollars worth of food and products.  I also get donations, as almost all of you know because you’ve donated to us.  Every single donation helps us continue our tradition of caring for cats who need help.  I’ve turned down cats in need when we haven’t been able to afford it, and it kills me to do it, but I know we have our limits.  I never do more than what donations afford us.  As for free vet care, it’s just a fact.  For the last couple of years, our vet has let us run a tab, and she was very clear to us that she wanted to see our pets get the care they needed before we worried about how to pay her.  This is not unusual… many vets with good relationships with clients allow this sort of leeway (which is why I always hammer on the fact that you need to truly cultivate a good relationship with your vet of choice, preferably, a vet with a private practice and not some Banfield-like revolving door).  We’ve also done a lot for the vet, from taking care of orphaned kittens brought in to listing abandoned animals on Petfinder, so our relationship is a two-way street.  The fact that the vet suggested I do some Internet marketing to start to pay off our tab was a great relief for me, because she hadn’t put any limits on us, and I didn’t want to seem like I was taking advantage.  I know I blogged about how our vet had a prospective new hire run a “mini vaccine clinic” just for us, under the guise of having us interview her, and if you think I made that up, you’re giving my imagination too much credit.  On a related note, I see our vet frequently and socialize with clinic staff, so if our pets were receiving substandard care, they’d be in the position to know.

I know I blog about being poor, and being sick, because that is my reality.  Go back three or four years in my blog and I rarely spoke of those things, but it’s hard to find something “fun” to write about when your life is pretty much consumed by medical problems and trying to find work to pay the bills.  My blog is a place for others in my situation to find support, and to find out they aren’t alone—I’m not here for your entertainment, I’m here for my own.  I hope I’ll occasionally write something which interests you or which you find helpful, but if I don’t, I know you’re smart enough to just go read something else.  I don’t charge admission, and I don’t know where this extended family member came up with the idea that my blog should be a fun and light-hearted place for people to visit.  When I start to charge you, you can tell me what to write about.

I’m obviously angry, and hurt, and frustrated.  When I started to take in strays (and started Wee Paws), I had two well-paying jobs and my health issues were mostly under control.  As the economy worsened and I lost work, my stress increased, and I became unable to do things like buy medication I needed.  That made my health worse.  I’ve never not paid a bill or skipped medication because I needed to pay for something for the pets—it’s not all that difficult to find corporate support for a small number of animals.  Try to find free human health care, well, that’s a joke—my doctor isn’t even permitted, BY LAW, to prescribe more than one month’s worth of my most important medication, so I’m forced to make $100 visits every 4 weeks.  One time he gave me a free Toradol shot, retail value, $20.  I’ve spent over $4000 at his office doing nothing but sitting there while he writes out the same old prescriptions over and over again, so if I want to look for a place where money is wasted, that would be it.  Financial issues aside, I don’t think I should have to sweep my health problems under the rug under fear of some social stigma (you are only as sick as your secrets, and from what I’ve seen of people, it’s true).  I suffer from depression.  I suffer from PTSD.  I have fibromyalgia.  I have Hashimoto’s disease.  I may have multiple sclerosis.  Do you think less of me for admitting those things, or do you maybe think it’s kind of nice that someone with those obstacles has still managed to still make a small impact on a cause she finds worthy (i.e., animal rescue)?  I occasionally am so egotistical that I inspire myself, so maybe it’s not so far-fetched that other people with financial, medical, or emotional problems would like to share in my small successes, and even my small failures.  If I hide my true self, it implies I’m ashamed, and I’m not.  If you judge me, you are the one with the problem, because I’m pretty sure you live in a glass house.  The attitude that we should hide our perceived flaws because other will judge us is a great way to push gay people back into the closet, by the way… at what point do you decide what is okay to share, and what is off-limits?

Thank you for letting me vent, and thank you all for your support over the last few years.  I’ve met the most amazing, incredible, empathetic people online, and I’ve never received one word of criticism on my blog from a “hater”.  If you’re a person who thinks pets should come secondary that’s certainly your prerogative, but your life is less rich for your attitude, and my life will be more rich without you in it.

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Someone read my mind:  here’s an article from the Toronto Star about how most pet owners instinctively protect their pets the way they’d protect a child, because the pets are family:  Loyal Pet Parents Go Out On Any Limb

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Monday, March 09, 2009 , the wee hours

Bunny’s doing great!

The title says it all:  Bunny seems 100% recovered from her little incident of a couple of weeks ago.  I’m so happy and so relieved, and I still feel a little surge of joy when she comes flying into the bedroom and flings herself up onto the cat tree like a maniac.  It was a scary time for all of us, especially Bunny, and I hope we’ve put that behind us.  Thank you everyone for being so supportive and for sending your good wishes—Bunny has a pretty big fan club, starting right here at home.  If you want her to autograph a photo for you, let me know, although I can’t guarantee what she’ll autograph it with.

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Thursday, February 26, 2009 , terribly early in the morning

Bunny goes blind

I feel some guilt that this post will be so short, but I’ve been having a hard time finding time to sit down to write out all the details of this story, and I want to do it properly.  Long story short, our little Bunny had some sort of an accident on Friday night (we don’t have a clue what happened, though), and she first ended up with a limp, and then she ended up blind.  We were told to expect the worst, including a brain tumor or seizure disorder or even a stroke, and we were upset and feeling very helpless.  When we brought Bunny home on Sunday afternoon she was definitely “blind as the proverbial bat”, but by Monday we thought we saw some evidence of a bit of vision.  We went to the veterinary ophthalmologist on Tuesday, and he said her eyes were in perfect condition, so whatever problem she had was either in the brain, or in the nerves leading to the brain.  He agreed with our observations, though: it seemed that Bunny could see certain things.  With every passing day, her vision seems to be improving, which has been an incredible relief!  I only hope that her problem was caused by a concussion, and not by something more serious… I think we’ll have to wait and see if it happens again if we want to know more, and frankly, I hope it never happens again.  Flippy has posted a lot more details in her blog, and I’ll post more too in the next few days, but go check out what Flippy wrote if you want to share in our weekend horror story.  I think I took about a decade off my life just out of worry these past few days… I can’t imagine losing Bunny when she’s not even two years old yet.

Oh, a bit of trivia about Bunny’s other medical issue:  we were told a year ago that she had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.  It turns out she actually has restrictive cardiomyopathy, which is different, and in many ways worse, but she’s got a very mild case of it compared to other cases I’ve read about.  Average life span after diagnosis is just 3 months, and Bunny has lived 15 months without any change in the condition of her heart (i.e., there’s been no further enlargement).  To all of you who wrote to me about your HCM cats, I thank you, and now I guess I need to hunt down some folks with RC cats to compare notes.

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