Tuesday evening, I started noticing that our wild Ninja Cat was acting… mellow. Too mellow. Doogie was yelling for attention as soon as we put the baby down for the night, as is his nightly habit. Usually both cats pile on either me or Steven the moment we sit down. But Tuesday night, only Doogie wanted attention from his people. I watched as Ninja, who’d been sleeping all afternoon, just burrowed under a quilt and curled into a ball.
The next day, things were worse. He didn’t eat all of his “treat food,” which is what we call the Wellness wet food he gets to have each morning. He lives for his treat food, so this was worrisome. He slept all day. I was trying to figure out if he was just cold and tired, or if he really needed to see the vet. Then he got up. He was limping. Something was very wrong. I made a vet appointment for him for the next afternoon and prayed for him.
Things were no different on Thursday. His 4pm vet appointment couldn’t come soon enough. The vet couldn’t feel any abscesses that would cause a limp, nor did Ninja cry out on examination of his leg, which would indicate an injury. He had a fever and slight anemia, but nothing really jumped out to give a definitive diagnosis. The vet even went so far as to ask where I got him, and when I gave the name of the rescue in Texas, he asked if they’d tested him for Feline Leukemia. *gulp* I started to panic, thinking he was saying my cat had that. He was quick to reassure me that he hadn’t tested for it; he just needed to rule that out. Because I didn’t know for sure without Ninja’s adoption paperwork in front of me, he went ahead and tested for it. Negative! Whew!
He decided to treat Ninja for a bacterial infection. Goodness knows, this cat has had his share of them in his almost 3 years of life. He gave sweet Ninja a shot and sent him home with another set of antibiotics.
The next day, I saw no improvement. I was starting to freak out, thinking my cat had cancer or some other awful thing. I cried over Ninja and pleaded with God to heal him. He’s young. He’s supposed to grow up with Alex. He’s the only cat who tolerates Alex and willingly hangs out with him! I need this cat.
But then, Friday evening, he perked up. Woke up from his sleep. Ate some cat food. And stretched up to Steven and meowed during dinner, asking for food (which we never share, but he always hopes). This was normal. As we settled in for a movie that evening, Ninja sat with us. Still resting, but wanting to be with his people.
Saturday morning, I woke up to a cat pouncing on me. Over and over. It was Ninja. He screamed and ran for his treat food, which is his normal morning routine. (Because if he doesn’t yell, repeatedly, we might forget to feed him, you know.) And from that point on, he was better. The limp is nearly gone. He can run again. He hangs out with the family, baby included. He still can’t jump the baby gates and now has to meow to be let into the kitchen for his food, but he’s a billion times better than he was before. Thank you, Lord, the Great Physician, the God of the universe, who cares even for a little Texan cat living in Oklahoma.
Our church here has a time where you can light a candle to put at the front to represent answered prayer. We lit a candle for our beautiful Ninja this morning.