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We did rescue a pregnant stray...who had some weird genetic problem we didn't know about until two years in.
The mother, plus all of her offspring except one, plus all of the kittens from a litter we kinda did on purpose, died of broken brain aneuryism. It's real easy to tell when this happens: the cat is perfectly fine one minute, then drops to the floor and blood comes out of its nose. We had the first one autopsied, and that was the problem.
The one who didn't die of brain explosion died from a malformed liver...unfortunately, that was the one from that litter I liked the best. He was born with a broken tail (unrelated to the liver problem), never grew as fast as his siblings, and died at six months age and ten weeks size. The poor thing continuously shat green diarrhea all his life. We're still finding green diarrhea stains in the house.
Oh yeah. Kenny's the latest cat to go into the back yard. He fathered the Titty Boy (so called because he started nursing before he was completely born--mouth wrapped around a nipple, back feet still in his mom's vagina; we had to pry him out ourselves) with Chewbacca. This was the weirdest-looking cat you'll ever see: imagine taking a stack of photos of Persian cats--an orange tabby, a black one, a white one, a gray one, just all the colors you can ever have on a Persian--scanning them into a computer, and piecing together one cat from hunks of other cats. Well, that's what this cat looked like. (When we took her to the vet for her first checkup, the tech asked "what color is the cat?" I handed the cat to the tech and told her, "you decide." She rolled the cat around in her hands for a few minutes and finally put down "calico"--even though she wasn't.) Chewbacca was Fayetteville's leading producer of stillborn kittens. She had three litters--she got pregnant after escaping from the house while we were moving--VERY long story--and produced two stillborn kittens. Then we attempted to breed her to another cat we had, and got one stillborn kitten. Kenny figured out she was in heat, nailed her while we weren't looking, and produced two stillbirths and the Titty Boy. That accounts for five dead cats right there. Her little ass was in the vet's office getting spayed the day after we convinced the Titty Boy solid food was good...
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