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Six Million Dollar Kitty



This is our six million dollar kitty. I took a picture of him in his favorite spot this afternoon, looking out our bedroom window at all the things he cannot lay a paw on in the outside world.

He's back to his normal, playful self. We're loving every minute of having him around. Our lives would not have been the same had we lost his sweet spirit. The hair is growing back on his side where they shaved it off so they could get a better look at his heart. I was able to snap some pictures of him with my cell phone while we were at the vet when he was so ill.

Here he is, having his side shaved in order for them to do the ultra sound on his heart.

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Lance helped out by giving him some oxygen while the vet was working on him.

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He's all better now, and the only way he's going to experience the outside world is by sitting on my window ledge.

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  1. pam, that's excellent!!!!!

    do they have any idea at all what might have caused it?

    (licking antifreeze and eating rodents poisoned with d-con are the ones i recall being real common, back when i was a cat owner.)

    i am so happy for you! the universe owed you one, comadre!

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  2. Glad to hear your kitty is doing fine! Pammy, are those chocolate shavings on both sides of your blog or is that a mirage?

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  3. Oh Pam!!!! I am sooooooo happy for you! He is such a handsome fella! The photos at the vet bring tears to my eyes. I always cry at the vet's office. Give Uncle Daddy Bobo a nuzzle for me!!!

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