Lois's Cats

Welcome to my Cats page, where my cats get to show their stuff. Click on each image for a larger version, and check out the links below.

Droodles, who departed November 2005 of kidney failure, is about 16 in this photo. Here's a photo of her when she was younger, when she first came to us. That was when we were living in Colorado. Our oldest cat, also pure gray, had died of kidney failure in April 1988, a few months short of his 18th birthday, and we had been thinking of getting a kitten in the fall. Droodles turned up on our back deck in June, somewhat sickly and undernourished. She filled out well, but came down with thyroid problems a few years ago, followed by kidney problems, which finally became too much for her Thanksgiving weekend 2005. We'd spent a few years adjusting her thyroid meds and then giving her subcutaneous fluids, and she was hanging in there for a good while, but all things must end. She was about 18.

Mocha joined our household in August 1997 as a young adult. She had been a stray found by a coworker, and came to us complete with a few fleas and earmites. Shortly after she joined us, and a few weeks before she was scheduled to be spayed, she developed a case of pyometra, a serious uterine infection, that necessitated immediate spaying. She came through that just fine, and is an affectionate and very playful cat. Her favorite games are chasing toy mice and the fish-pole toy. She fetched the mice when she was younger, but now we have to fetch them and throw them again - guess she has us better trained now. Part of the mouse game is find-the-mouse. They seem to "hide" in little nests under various pieces of furniture. Sometimes I extract them with a yardstick. Sometimes my husband moves the furniture to find them. When she was a bit younger, she specialized in backflips, but has "matured" a bit since.

Cobweb, at age 15. He passed away in January 1997, at age 16 or so, after a severe bout of FUS that complicated his pre-existing heart and kidney problems which had, until then, been undercontrol with diet and medication. He also had cancer, which seemed to be in remission. He was helped to cope with his various problems with the help of conventional and holistic treatments.

My husband, Herb, found Cobweb in Rochester, NY, in the winter of 1980 (or was it 1981?) He was a half-grown gray kitten, shivering on a rock. After a bath, he became a white kitten, and grew into a wonderful white cat. Cobweb had a number of endearing qualities: he would come into the bathroom after someone had taken a shower to be attended to by a wet human. He would also come when called (by making a head-scratching gesture) to get his head scratches.

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