The NINE LIVES of Chico Morales
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After six weeks of confinement and pain medications, Chico
was ready to venture out. He walked with a wobble and a
sway, but walk he did. We all figured the injury would slow
Chico down, and the Morales were optimistic that more of
their hard-earned income could cover something other than
vet bills.
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AUGUST 1993
It was only a couple of months before Chico found more
trouble. The family found him bleeding from several gaping
wounds on his flank and chest, probably the result of an
encounter with a bullying dog taking advantage of Chico's
handicap. Miraculously, none of the wounds had penetrated
his chest or abdomen. Somehow, Chico escaped before the
injuries became fatal. A little patchwork, IV fluids and
antibiotics put the old boy back together again. Outside
cats live a risky life. The average outside cat lives to
three years of age, while an inside cat can be expected to
live 12 to 15 years, or more. Chico was defying the odds.
OCTOBER 1990
Mr. and Mrs. Morales decided to give Chico a new setup in
the garage attached to their house. They had long since
discontinued using toxic antifreeze, and in fact rarely
drove the vintage Willys jeep parked in the garage. Chico
had a comfy cat bed with catnip mice and an unlimited food
supply.
The spaces above garage doors are cat magnets; one day
Chico got caught up after the Morales installed an
automatic opener. Chico yowled convincingly enough to be
heard before the door crushed him to death, but not before
incurring some injury.
Chico's spine had been damaged, and he was paralyzed. I
figured this was the end, and mentally lit a few prayer
candles. After three days of treatment and I-V steroids,
Chico wobbled and swayed out of his cage, meowing for food.
The cat was back.
DECEMBER 1998
After the garage-door incident, Chico moved into the house,
where he was enthusiastically spoiled. Mrs. Morales loved
to babysit her new granddaughter, and Chico would often sit
nearby. One day, Mrs. Morales gave Chico a jar of leftover
Gerber's beef baby food. Several hours later, he collapsed.
I rushed to their farm, and took a small blood sample. The
blood had a brown tinge, a clue that Chico was suffering
from methoglobinemia, most likely from onions in the baby
food. Onions and Tylenol (acetaminophen) cause a fatal
change to the hemoglobin in a cat's blood so that it can
not carry oxygen.
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