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When we first got our Siamese cat Oosie, she reacted to her kitten shots by not eating for a week - we thought we were going to lose her. She pulled through, but we had to hand feed her every two hours. Several months later, she received her adult shots and she reacted again by throwing up and not eating for several days. All vets in MD required shots prior to spaying. We were afraid she'd react to the shots again, and maybe also the anesthetic, and thought that with the combination of the two, she might not make it through the surgery. As a result, we never got her neutered, and she went into heat periodically, an event that came to be known around our house as 'shriek week'.
This has been a perpetual source of insanity and insomnia for her and for us. She has a typical Siamese cat's voice, which is several hundred decibels louder than most other cats, and she knows how to use it. She knows the exact spot in the bathroom that will echo the loudest, and she would stand in that spot and roar at the top of her lungs when she was in heat.
At some point last week, we decided that continuing life like this was just not going to work for anyone concerned, and that if we got her spayed and she didn't make it, it would be better than allowing her (and us) to continue life like this.
This past Friday, Oosie was finally neutered. Similar to Y2K and 2012, nothing at all happened or will happen. She's fine. She and we suffered for SIX YEARS with this situation, during which our nerves and her libido were frazzled beyond their breaking points, and we never had to do this at all.
I'm not sure whether to rejoice or stick my fool head in a paper shredder.
This has been a perpetual source of insanity and insomnia for her and for us. She has a typical Siamese cat's voice, which is several hundred decibels louder than most other cats, and she knows how to use it. She knows the exact spot in the bathroom that will echo the loudest, and she would stand in that spot and roar at the top of her lungs when she was in heat.
At some point last week, we decided that continuing life like this was just not going to work for anyone concerned, and that if we got her spayed and she didn't make it, it would be better than allowing her (and us) to continue life like this.
This past Friday, Oosie was finally neutered. Similar to Y2K and 2012, nothing at all happened or will happen. She's fine. She and we suffered for SIX YEARS with this situation, during which our nerves and her libido were frazzled beyond their breaking points, and we never had to do this at all.
I'm not sure whether to rejoice or stick my fool head in a paper shredder.
