Help Kiwi the Shelter Kitty’s Humans

Hello, kind humans.  I have to share some sad news today.  One of my favorite furiends on Facebook was Kiwi the Shelter Kitty.  She often posted stories about special needs cats and asked people to help adopt them.  As a diabetic cat, any feline that wanted to help special needs cats is fine by me.  Kiwi the Shelter Kitty also came from the same place where my human started his love affair with cats.  And she lived close to where I lived before my human moved to southern California.  So I share a special kinship with my fellow feline Kiwi.

Kiwi’s humans clearly loved her, and she loved them.  She referreBagheera the Diabetic Cat sends headbonks to Achilles the Hund to them as Sir Furreh Face and Lady Nom Nom.  They are very kind humans, and they adopted a tripod cat Kiwi called Achilles the Hun.  She called the human in the white coat who took care of her Mr. Grabby Hands.  You had to love Kiwi’s spirit and heart.

She did so much to help her fellow felines, but unfortunately, nothing is forever.  Kiwi was diagnosed with a granulomatous neoplasm enveloping her lung.  Mr. Grabby Hands, as Kiwi referred to him, operated on her to try to remove it and give Kiwi a chance to continue to do her good work.

Bagheera the Diabetic Cat wants you to help Kiwi the Shelter Kitty's humans

Unfortunately, it was not to be.  Kiwi didn’t make it, and left this world on the operating table.  Her spirit said that she knew “no greater joy den da gentle care, playful humor, and loyal companionship I shared with my beloved family. Dey risked everyting—der wealth, der credit, der dearest hopes—to bring me to da finest possible vet specialists.”

And now Kiwi’s humans, who are already heartbroken, need help.  Kiwi’s medical bills were very high.  The cost of the surgery, even though it was not successful, is around $9,000.  My human tells me that Kiwi lived in a place with a very high cost of living, so to pay that on top of the bills for things humans need is a tremendous burden.

Kiwi has 7,300 fans.  If ever fan donates just one dollar to help, that will help her humans get a long way to paying her bills.  I know how generous Bagheera the Diabetic Cat’s Buddies are.  There are 1,250 of you.  If each of you donates just one dollar, that will get Kiwi’s humans very close to where they need to be.

These humans are suffering already, because they have lost their dear feline friend.  Can you help so that they do not suffer too much financially?

It would make this diabetic cat very happy, and it would make Kiwi’s spirit happy.

Lucky Has a New Furiend For You to Meet

Can you help Bagheera the Diabetic Cat's furiend Lucky find a home for his furiend?

Hello, everyone.  One of the cats I have enjoyed sharing with you the most is my ginger buddy Lucky.  As I have said before, being a diabetic cat is challenging, but I am reassured by having a human who loves me and takes care of me.  Lucky started his life without that, and an evil human tortured him.

Bagheera the Diabetic Cat's furiend LuckyLucky has now recovered, and here you can see a video of how far he has come.  And Lucky is being such a kind feline and helping other felines who need help.  Today, I want to share another one of Lucky’s furiends who is looking for a home.  He is a kitten that the Homeless Animals Rescue Team is helping.

You will remember Eric, Lucky’s furiend who couldn’t fight off an upper respiratory infection for a third time.  Rescued from the same barn was a kitten named Peter.  We do not know if Peter and Eric were litter mates, or brothers due to fate.  Peter had the same upper respiratory infection, but it attacked him in a different way.

While the infection took Eric’s life, Peter survived but was injured by it.  One of his eyes was scarred by the infection.  He will not be able to see out of the eye.  Time will tell if it needs to be removed or if Peter will be able to keep the eye without seeing out of it. Bagheera the Diabetic Cat hopes you can help Peter

Other than being blind in one eye, Peter is in good health.  He’s a happy, playful, and sweet kitten who needs a human that will understand that there will be challenges due to Peter’s lack of vision in one eye.  So Peter will always be a special needs cat like me.  The kind human who adopts Peter will not have to give injections and ear sticks like my human does since I’m a diabetic cat.

Many of you have said that I have inspired you to seek out a special needs cat the next time you adopt.  If there is room in your home for Peter, wouldn’t it be nice to have a special needs cat that doesn’t require too much effort?

A Diabetic Cat Visits the Veterinarian

Just like most cats, I do not like going to the place where there are humans with white coats.  I didn’t like going there before I was diagnosed as a diabetic cat.  And I really don’t like going there now.

Bagheera the Diabetic Cat's carrierI asked a question about how many wounds I would inflict on my human today.  The answer turned out to be zero!  He was ready for those scratches to start when it was time to put me into the carrier.  But I think he has gotten smarter.  Instead of hiding the carrier like he used to, he leaves it out, and leaves it open.  So then I will hop in and out of it, and sometimes I take a nap in there.  That makes it less strange for me when it’s time for me to go in the cage.

My human then took me to Market Street Veterinary Clinic.  I was in the waiting area with three other cats.  One was a tiny little twelve week old kitten.  The other one was an adult cat, and my human and I were both extremely surprised when the human who this cat belonged to just walked out without putting the cat in a cage!  Imagine that, taking your cat with you without a cage or harness in a big city! Bagheera the Diabetic Cat's vet clinic

After a while, I went into the examination room.  My human opened the cage, and I came out.  He did not have to fuss with me too much.  The veterinary technician was able to take a look at me, and get my weight without me fussing.  I have always told you I am a big boy.  Try a 19.5 pound boy, and I am not fat!

Then the human with the white coat came in.  I do not like those white coats.  I went under a chair, and my human went to move the chair.  Both of the other humans were talking, trying to calm me down, but I snapped at my human to warn him.  He scruffed me, and put me on the table.

Then the human with the white coat checked my ears, eyes, and used a tongue depressor to check my teeth.  He also checked my heart and lungs, and then palpitated my sides.  I was good.  I did not fuss.  Finally, he wanted to look at my belly, and my human had to keep me scruffed while he lifted me up for everyonBagheera the Diabetic Cat got his ears checked like thise to see.

The human with the colorful and loose fitting clothes then left, and my human and the one with the white coat talked about me.  They talked about what tests they would do with my blood, and after a while, I started to roam around the room.  White coat or not, that human wasn’t so bad, so I calmed down.

Then it was time to take my blood.  How dare my human tell them they could do this without asking me.  Well, they got some, but not as much as they wanted.  But I had to put my paw down.  I told the humans who were trying to get my blood that I wanted no more of it, and they stopped.

Finally, my visit to the human with the white coat was over.  I went home, and my human gave me some treats to make me feel better.  Diabetic cat or not, I still do not like this.