The Love of a Cat Named Ortoloni ~ Chapter 6

Fast-forward to January of 2006…

We had retired for the night and both of us were in bed reading when Ortoloni jumped up beside me, but instead of settling down for the night he was “fussing” with his private parts. He was licking that area so much I finally sat up to take a look and found something protruding from his penis. Using a tissue I was able to grab hold and pull it out. (With never a peep out of my boy.) As I was familiar with FUS (Feline Urinary Syndrome) I suspected it was a stone he was trying to pass. So I put it in a zip-lock baggie and made an appointment with our Vet the next day.

I took the baggie with us to show the doctor. “You pulled this out?” “Yes,” I answered. He just shook his head and smiled. Long story short, they kept him overnight to perform fluid therapy and take x-rays of his bladder. Diagnotic tests were run on his urine which showed he did have FUS and was forming struvite stones. These stones form due to a high saturation of the urine with crystals, which will be deposited in the bladder or kidneys. Ortoloni was put on a special diet for cats with bladder issues – in this case, Hill’s Prescription Diet C/D dry and wet food.

One of the reasons domestic cats develop stones is a lack of fluids. I grew up with a male cat (another ginger named Puff) who had the same problem. We were told to salt his food in an effort to get him to drink more water which would help “flush” out the crystals. (This did not work with Ortoloni.)

It’s not unusual for a domestic cat to under-consume water as they are descended from North African desert cats such as the African wildcat (Felis silvestris lybica) who had to rely on their prey for all the hydration they could obtain, since water sources were scarce.

Ortoloni seemed to do well on his new diet. All our cats had their separate bowls in specific places. They were pretty good about waiting until one cat walked away from his food before going over and polishing off the meal. Once or twice a year, Ortoloni would become constipated which I assumed was because he still refused to drink water. Trying to pass the stool would exhaust him to the point where he’d collapse, panting. Working as a team, he’d allow me to grab the hardened piece of stool and pull it out (using plastic gloves, of course) – knowing relief was soon to follow.

Two years later, he was back at the Vet. Overnight fluid therapy, x-rays, and diagnostics. This time the results also showed subnormal T4 values which the doctor said was tied to the FUS and his age (11 years). No change to his “prescription” diet was made but when I got him back home I did some research on my own. I discovered that acid can help dissolve crystals. (I had a urinary infection once and cured it by drinking cranberry juice.)

So every morning, as his “first course”, Ortoloni would receive a small syringe of freshly-squeezed organic juice – administered orally by his Mom.

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My World ~ One Year Later

My World was taken from me one year ago, the day I lost Diego. I cannot believe twelve months has passed because I remember that morning like it was yesterday. He suffered a seizure that morning and as we were driven to the vet’s office I knew these were our last moments together. After looking at the video I somehow had managed to take, the doctors confirmed it was a seizure. Moreoever, they were certain it was caused by a tumor behind his right eye. The last pictures I took of Diego were from that morning in the hospital and you can clearly see the right side of his face was misshapen – especially around the eye.

Like Ortoloni, Diego has a story that needs to be told – and it will be told. But today, in his memory, I would like to share some never-before-seen photos of the Lord of House Greychin. My Best Friend. My Familiar. My Diego.

Diego’s World
Galerie de El Diablo (His art gallery.)
On YouTube

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The Love of a Cat Named Ortoloni ~ Chapter 5

Ortoloni never tried to dart out the front door again.

As I mentioned in Chapter 2, Ortoloni was born under the astrological sign of Gemini – who are known to be expressive communicators with sunny dispositions. Ortoloni displayed both traits and proved to be the sweetest creature I had ever met. He was certainly the gentlest cat I’d ever lived with.

For example, he and I were in the backyard (the Concrete Jungle, a fenced-in patio) one warm afternoon when he spied a black beetle ambling by. Being a cat, this little guy caught Ortoloni’s attention. As the beetle moved closer Ortoloni stretched out his paw while I waited with bated breath. He brought down his paw and ever so lightly touched the beetle’s back, then withdrew his paw and watched the insect continue on his merry way.

His gentleness extended to our Bearded Dragon, Mephisto, who would allow Ortoloni to literally climb all over him. Never once did Ortoloni bite or claw the reptile and their playtimes were always, happily, enjoyed by both parties.

While Ortoloni lacked the ruthlessness of a predatory animal, he more than made up for it vocally. He had the yowl of a tom cat which he used when calling for me from another room AND when exiting the litter box. He’d come out of the bathroom and yowl, his mouth forming a perfect “O” and looking just like a little Howler Monkey! I think he was saying “I feel good!”

Ortoloni fit in nicely with the other cats in the house although he never slept with any of them or engaged in play. He preferred to hang-out with me. Opening the back door would cause the other cats to go bounding out into the Concrete Jungle – Ortoloni included. But then he’d sit there and wait to see if I was coming out, too. If I didn’t he’d come right back inside leaving the other kitties lounging in the sun. When he wasn’t at my side he was on his “pil-low” – a large, fluffly black thing that I used when laying on the floor to watch TV. Sometimes he and I would share the pillow – it was that huge! At night he curled up on my pillow, wrapping his tail around my neck (like a hug).

He was the first cat I ever sang to. “Hopelessly Devoted to You”, “Kokomo”, and at Christmas it was always “Santa Baby” except I’d change it to “Loni Baby”. Like most cat parents we had nicknames for him, too, such as Cheddar-butt, Sweet Cheeks and Cheeky Cheeks. He didn’t care. He’d just purr – knowing the love behind them.

Day by day, month by month, and year by year we grew closer until all he ever wanted was to be with his Mom.

On his pil-low.

Note: This Chapter was published on December 4, 2020 – International Cheetah Day – which is remarkable because Ortoloni looked like a little cheetah. Well, maybe not as svelte but he had a small head and a long tail just like a cheetah.

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Today is our birthday.

Today is our birthday.
You would’ve been 17.
And I still miss you
Every single day.

I miss the smell of your skin,
And the feel of your fur,
And the look in your eyes.

I miss your funny little “r-row”
And the way you’d lift your head
With your whole mouth open
(When you’d do that).

I miss you in your bed,
Your two front paws
Hanging over its edge.
Waiting for me to notice you.
To come over to you.

Thank you for the 16 years
We had together.
My Panther Boy.
My Familiar.

We will be together again.
I will join you one day.
Until then, my Sweet Diego,
Happy Birthday.

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