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Hope for Liver Shunt Cats - Page 10 of 17 - Never Underestimate the Power of Hope

Do the Math

For the folks who have been asking about Newt’s diet, here’s a sample breakdown of what he eats, and how much it costs. This exercise can also be useful for those owned by other special needs kitties requiring limited protein intake or special diets.

A typical meal involves one (1) US Tablespoon (T) of meat-source protein (usually chicken, sometimes cod or other) in combination with a fresh, pureed vegetable mix of three (3) Ts of vegetables, typically selected from cucumber, green beans, zucchini, broccoli, yellow squash, carrots. We also incorporate dairy proteins, including cottage cheese, cream cheese, ricotta cheese, and yogurt, both as meal components, and as between meal snacks.

For today’s sample menu analysis, we chose chicken, cucumber, broccoli and green beans.  We splurged and got the broccoli florets from the salad bar; otherwise, it would have been less expensive.  Gotta love Cheap Chicken Fridays where the freshly-roasted rotisserie chicken is on sale for $5.00!

Meat Component $ 0.06:

  • One medium chicken $ 5.00
  • Marrow Soup for gravy. No cost, as it is made from the chicken carcass and leftover broccoli crowns, carrots, etc.

Upon food processing, one medium chicken yields an average of 5.5 cups, With 16 T per cup, one chicken yields 88 servings (1T per meal), and six cents per serving.  Yes, six cents per serving.

Vegetable Component $ 0.11:

  • 1 large cucumber $ 0.79 (did not weigh, sorry. They are per each, not per pound)
  • .27 pound of green beans = $ 0.54
  • .07 pound broccoli = $ 0.35
  • Veggie Total Cost = $ 1.68

After pureeing, the above yields three (3) cups of fresh veggie mix, or 48 T.  At 3 T per serving, each meal’s veggie mix costs 11 cents (10.5 cents).

Cost per Meal $ 0.17; Food Cost per Day $ 0.68:

His meals are roughly the same volume as the typical 5.5 ounce can of cat food.
Combining 3 T of veggie mix and 1 T of chicken, Newt’s meals cost $ 0.17 per meal. At four (4) meals per day, this is $ 0.68 / day, or $ 4.76 per week.

Compare with the average price of one single serving of:

  • Generic, canned cat food – average $ 0.40
  • Commercial, canned cat food – average $ 0.60
  • Human grade, holistic, canned cat food – average $ 1.50
  • Prescription food (he ate previously) – average $ 1.41

So, when you do the math, it becomes glaringly obvious that preparing your liver shunt cat’s meals in-house is tremendously more cost-effective than any other food choice.  Plus, you have the added benefit of knowing exactly what ingredients are included – no worries about food safety recalls, such as the one required by Newt’s former prescription diet (prior to his consumption), or concern about the quality of ingredients  – no corn or grain filler, and none of the 4 Ds commonly accepted in commercially-prepared food sources.

Home cooking for your liver shunt, (or other special dietary requirements), cat, under the guidance of their veterinarian, can be a truly rewarding experience. 

Not just in terms of dollars and cents, but also in dollars and sense!

De Goo Goo Goo, de Ga Ga Ga

(With apologies to Sting and The Police for the shameless riff on “De Do Do Do” lyrics)

De goo goo goo, de ga ga ga
Is all I want too say to you
De goo goo goo, de ga ga ga
Your innocence will pull me through
De goo goo goo, de ga ga ga
Is all I want too say to you
De goo goo goo, de ga ga ga
They’re meaningless and all that’s true

Time for another round of “True Confessions.”

I hereby and duly confess that I am a both a wordsmith and a word snob.  Hey, it’s my job! My ability to provide for the care and comfort of the beasties is directly proportional to how well I can convince clients that I exhibit a command and mastery of the English language. (Blog posts aside – I don’t get PAID for those LOL)

As a happily childfree chick, I escaped the “goo goo, ga ga” baby talk indoctrination, and I have secretly snorted scornfully at the piffle people prattle to their pets, partners and progeny.

Puhleeeeze, why insult their intelligence with all that gibberish?

Well, now I know.

Just LOOK at that face!

::squeeeeeeeeeeee:: 

After spending the first several months of Newt’s liver shunt diagnosis with him practically living over my heart while snuggled in his sling, and his darling little smile and brilliant copper eyes gazing back at me, I found my ability to communicate changing. 

Devolving into smaller sound bytes, tiny tidbits of the most elementary components needed to convey basic meaning. Morphing into a new language – a dizzying, kitten-smitten shorthand.

It’s still English. 

More or less.

Him ALWAYS has him happy face, yes him do!
Him mummy’s seepy baybay. Seeeeeeepy New New. 
Pookie poopy in him box; good Pookie! 
Cat Daddy, Schnookie hunnnnggggeeeee boy.  Him TARVIN’! 
New New ate ALLLL him din-dins!  Himz mummy good widdle boy, yes him is! 

Your innocence will pull me through, indeed.

Smiles and Spindles

Just a little woohoo and a quick snap of Newt before I toddle off for a much-needed nap.  (Note to self: you are getting entirely too damn old for all-nighters, no matter HOW much coffee you drink!)

Got a wonderful surprise in the post yesterday – my first RAK!   Newt’s newest fan sent us a beautiful, brand new, Ashford drop spindle. Awesomeness!  I really didn’t quite believe it when told that a Random Act of Kindness (RAK) was in the mail after an earlier post where I fantasized about learning to spin wool.

But it’s here, and it’s real, and it’s from New Zealand! It has SUCH a nice heft and balance.  I know nothing about spinning and spindles and such, but I do know power tools; so, I figure it’s the same basic premise, right? LOL

Cat Daddy is much relieved, as he was having nightmares about sheep eating his lawn, and bunnies … uhm … well, you know.  Ahem.  “Cavorting” like bunnnies.  ::snork:: Yeah, we have a pretty juvenile sense of humor at times.  Keeps us laughing!  After almost 20 years, we still snort and giggle together like kids. 

He barely raises his eyebrows anymore when I launch into the latest and greatest grandiose plan; but he did draw the line at sheep and bunnies.  Can’t say I blame him. 

But I do find it hard to believe that after all these years spent in an endless, ongoing, cycle of sweeping / brushing / grooming, while bemoaning the overabundance of Collie-produced, downy fluff – giant hairy tumbleweeds coating every available surface – that I am telling the Dog “You aren’t producing enough fur!”

Knitting with Cat Hair

So I get home and discover Cat Daddy, while wearing Newt in the sling, dancing nekkid in the tulips  spinning cat hair, and knitting pajamas for the dog.

Sorry, I’m not a major corporation, able to pull off a grandiose April Fool’s Day (AFD) joke. This was the best attempt I could conjure, what with pulling an all nighter, and having no clue as to what types of foolish antics our liver shunt cats might play on us.  Unless you consider the 23 days of rapid-cycling with no apparent cause only to be seemingly be resolved as mysteriously as it appeared to be an early AFD joke.

Hmmmmm that’s as good an explanation as any!

Newt continues to do well.  He’s nestled in the Annex Box here beside me, after eating all his meals today, and then foraging and begging for morsels from our dinner. Yay!

All’s Quiet on the Eastern Front

Newt has had another good day.  A bit manic this morning, and more re-arranging the living room. Naughty boy keeps knocking the dog brushes onto the floor.  Wish it was because we trained him to brush the dog, but no.  He likes to gnaw on the rubber tips of the brush.  I guess it’s better than him chomping on me or his One True Love. (Little bugger left a humongo bruise on me the other day.  Ouch!  No wonder One True Love screams obscenities at him.)

Cat Daddy is doing a fine job with Newt-rition. He says Newt is eating every bite of his normal meals.  Yay!  I guess after weeks of me whining to him to “fix my Pookie Bear” he finally decided that doing so would be the only way he could get any peace.

I heart Cat Daddy

Third Time the Charm?

Three days in a row now with no drool.  We’re touching wood, rubbing Buddha’s belly, tossing coins in the fountain … any other superstitions we should adhere to, to keep Lady Luck around?

Obviously, Cat Daddy is a liver shunt cat caretaker extraordinaire.  Like I didn’t know that already

He informed me that he has tweaked Newt’s diet a bit.  Still giving the homecooked veggie / chicken mix; just in a smaller quantity.  And he’s direct dosing the Lactulose.

It’s working.  Newt was rather manic today.  He woke me with several exciting games of footsies, chased his One True Love around the house while waiting for breakfast, and then while I was away, re-arranged the living room and kitchen.  He ate well, helped add extra oomph to my workout by swinging his ten-pound self from my knees and wrist, and is now resting comfortably in the Annex Box here next to me as I prepare for the next round of today’s work.

Please welcome new shunt cats / kittens:

  • Bartholomew in California
  • Sky in Ontario
  • Teddy in Utah

And even more exciting news:

  • Finn has navigated the stairs on his own;
  • SugarMint has been playing;
  • Marley has regained a bit of weight; and,
  • Simon is coming home tomorrow!

Woohoo!  Wonderful news on several fronts with our liver shunt kitties!

Just Another Manic Monday

Still trying to figure out all this new-fangled blogging stuff.  Yeah, yeah, blogging is soooo, like, four years ago, and what with Cat Daddy calling me his Geek Goddess? Puh-leeeze.

I’m so ashamed. OK, not really, but pretend penitence is all you get from me today.

Ah well, blame it on Newt. It’s all his fault, really.  I never really was into the whole blogging thing. I enjoyed browsing other folk’s blogs, but never wanted to write one.  Too shy, too quiet, too lazy, too private, too paranoid.

And then came Newt.

As he defied the odds, and slowly began to blossom, we thought well, if his story can help other shunt parents to have Hope, then what’s a bit of time on the computer, anyway?  So I began cobbling together bits and pieces of his story, back-filling info as I had time, adding new details as the mood struck me. I refuse to feel bad for the gaps and the holes and such. I promise, I’ll make it a proper site one of these days.  In the meantime, it has already become so much more than we ever anticipated.

Problem is, I never really did much with the promoting, the tagging, the categories, etc.  Pretty much meta everything with cat liver shunt, and there you go.  (By the way, did you know that googling “cat liver shunt” yields Newt’s web presence in the top five entries, with his survivors page as the #1 entry? Amazing!)

Then it struck me today, that I have several entries under the “bad day” category, and yet, I don’t even HAVE a category for the good days. Oops.

Well, we do now, since Newt is on his second “good day” in a row.

It’s so easy to get caught up in the “good” days, just blundering along when everything is peachy keen, no reason to rush to the computer and see if anyone is in chat with a handy shoulder for crying; no questions you need answered right NOW.  You just … live – and revel in the good days.  And when the goods days blur into an ever-growing series of good weeks, then good months, you tend to get complacent. Even though you know in your heart that the disease isn’t cured, you can sort of pretend that everything is normal, and keep the annoying little voices at bay.

It’s only when things aren’t quite so good that you start reaching out again, for the comfort of pixelated strangers. For those who know the gasps of the wheezing wheezelets; the wiping of the never-ending puddles of drool; the frantic offerings of delicacies to get them to eat something – anything; the Damoclean choice of surgery vs. medical maintenance, and the never ending chorus of “are we doing the right thing? Are we doing enough?

So to each of you who have been so kind and concerned during Newt’s recent roller coaster, Cat Daddy and I extend our heartfelt thank yous.  I’ve had a bit of the guilties, and haven’t been posting Newt’s details in the support groups as much, because I feel rather guilty at everyone being so concerned for him. Plus, I know how up and down and up and down and UP and DOWN we’ve been feeling; didn’t want to add that burden to other folks who truly ARE in crisis with their liver shunt cats. 

He’s really doing okay.  Far better than when he was a baby.  He’s not been in crisis, he’s not been critical; he’s just not been having the Indian Summer of good days to which we have grown so accustomed. 

In fact, today he is being quite the little scamp.  Has eaten well the last two days, no drool, hair coat looks good, a wee bit manic (or is it his normal kittenish behavior?), playing with his toys and wrestling with his best friend the Dog.

Life is good.

A Rose by Any Other Name

Ever notice how when you name a cat, it usually morphs into something else?  In general, the cat has a name, and then it has a name.  Or two, or maybe even three. 

Little Newt has a mutlitude of monikers, a veritable lineage of labels, an ever evolving, series of sobriquets. Cat Daddy and I began listing all of Newt’s nom de plumes that we use toward him, or in reference to him, and by his friends, and got quite a giggle out of them.

  1. Newton
  2. Newt
  3. Little Lion
  4. Killer
  5. Kittenator
  6. Newt Newt
  7. New New
  8. Punkin Head
  9. Kleine Katz
  10. The Baby
  11. Schnookums
  12. Schnookie Bear
  13. Booger
  14. Kitty Bunny
  15. Pookie Bear
  16. Pookie
  17. The Pookster
  18. Cutie Newtie
  19. Poochy
  20. Tubby
  21. Twitch
  22. Fat Boy
  23. Chubbs
  24. Pissant
  25. Little Pecker
  26. Sugar Newt
  27. Spot
  28. Varmint
  29. Pudge
  30. Schnookels

Keep in mind, this list does not include some of the more colorful varieties.  And yes, he does respond to all of them.

Don’t Enjoy Roller Coasters Anymore

Sneaking in a quick post between projects.  Need to wean myself away from New’ts blog at least for the next couple of weeks during the crazy upcoming schedule.

It’s been another up and down kind of day. 

First, the update on Newt’s friend, Simon – a tiny bit of hopeful news.  Last night’s report was that he had nibbled a bit of food on his own.  His vet is guardedly optimistic, and his family sends their appreciation for your encouragement and support.  They are visiting him today.

Red Feathered Newt Nest

As for little Newt? He’s having a bit of a rough day – probably the worst since this cycle began.  Was drooling last night, but ate his snacks.  Did not jump on the bed with me, preferring instead to drool and doze in his box.  At least he’s not hiding in the back of the costume closet in his red-feathered Newt nest. He’s been drooling rather heavily off and on today, resting in his box, or sitting in the annex box here next to me. He’s alternating between purring and wheezing.  Hair coat is ruffled, and he refused breakfast but ate some chicken for lunch. Direct dosed some water just to be cautious, and direct dosed Lactulose.

Have another email into his vet, and am curious why his Neomycin that was compounded with chicken flavor does not taste like chicken.  It actually tastes like sort of a lemony zing.  Doesn’t smell bad; doesn’t taste bad; but, does not taste like chicken.

I just shake my head.  Isn’t it interesting how one’s tastes and preferences can change situationally?  I used to adore the wild surges of emotion induced by the dips and twists and jolts and turns of the roller coaster rides at the County fair. Have often described myself, and been described by others, as an adrenaline junky.

And yet, with our Newt, and especially with his recent bout of up and down and round and round? Well, I’ve decided that I really don’t like roller coasters anymore.

Simon Says …

Newt’s friend Simon says to “Keep those well wishes coming!”Simon Lounging

Thank you for your prayers, your healing energies, your well wishes, and your support and encouragement of Simon and his family as he fights valiantly to recover from his surgery to correct his liver shunt.

Simon is now almost 72 hours post-op, and still having difficulty recovering from the surgery. However, we just got the wonderful news that he stood on his own overnight.  Yay, Simon!  So keep those good vibes heading his way!

At a mere eight months old, Simon has already had a series of setbacks.  His liver shunt, a bout with Toxoplasmosis, (which may have led to his newly-discovered heart disease), and now, a prolonged, post-operative recovery.

A prolonged post-operative recovery process seems to be fairly typical in our shunt cats, from what I’ve seen.  In fact, for some cats, the lengthy time to come out of anesthesia from spay/neutering may be the first indicator of an underlying shunt condition. Anecdotally, with the cats we know who have had surgeries after a shunt diagnosis, be it for shunt repair, spay/neutering, dental, etc, the surgeons have been aware of this, and have used special care and types of anesthesia, etc, to help with the process.

But still, knowing it, and living it are two different things.

Seeing your loved one, (regardless of the species), lying unresponsive in the hospital, can just rip out your heart, and make you feel so entirely helpless and hopeless. Even the “normal” day-to-day antics of a shunt kitty can make your heart leap into your throat with every little thing.

Kitty is purring. OMG is that a happy purr or a pre-episodic purr?  Is that drool? OMG where’s the Lactulose?  And don’t even get me started on the Kitty isn’t in the normal spots, OMG where is kitty??? Is kitty okay? Kitty? KITTY!?!  KIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! as you race through the house screaming yourself hoarse, throwing large pieces of furniture over your shoulder, thundering up and down stairs, leaping over large dogs, and ripping closet doors off their hinges in a desperate search, all the while fearing the worst, only to have Cat Daddy calmly point to Newt, gleefully racing along RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

Not that that has ever happened, mind you.  Ahem.  Nope, not around here.  ::whistles innocently::

But, that’s how it is, for me, anyway.  And previously, it used to be such a lonely existence.  Such an obscure condition, so little information, and no other cat parents with whom I could compare notes.  The dog people were wonderful, and such a source of comfort.  But still, I remember how indescribable it felt to find a CAT shunt owner.  Then another.  And another.  Those emails were like gold to me. Nuggets of golden Hope. (And you may have noticed that I purposefully capitalize the word on here – because it IS that important.)

That’s why I am so proud of our growing community of shunt cat parents.  You are doing such an amazing job of reaching out to one another, encouraging one another, sharing your stories, sharing your Hope.  I am truly humbled and awed at the outpouring of love and support I have seen.  You are building such a wonderful community, a tremendous resource for those of us now, and for the future cats and kittens who come.

We are no longer alone.

We are NOT alone in our pain and sorrow, sadness and frustration.  We are NOT alone in our joy. We are NOT crazy cat people. We are merely trying to do the best we can for our loved ones, whether it is medical maintenance or surgical intervention. Each of us struggles daily with the difficult choices we have to make, to ensure the best quality of life for these special kitties placed under our guardianship.

Our shunt cats come to us for a reason.  I can’t speak for everyone, but it seems to me that so many of our shunt cats seem to have touched our souls in ways far beyond the normal reach of our other, beloved companion animals.  My opinion is that our helplessness and suffering on their behalf is part of the price that we must pay for sharing that unbridled joy they bring to our hearts and homes.

It is a steep price indeed … but mere pennies in comparison to the untold rewards we reap from their presence in our lives.