This came to me from a reader, and I wanted to share because anyone who has had a pet with medical problems knows what a hard road it can be. We are going through medical bills with Baby, and they will continue through out her life, but when you love your pet, you do whatever you can don’t you?
Mojo has FLUTS feline lower urinary tract disease -
Small particles lodge in the male urethra and cause complete obstruction with the inability to pass urine-this is a life and death situation if not treated quickly.
So far his medical bills are at$1,833 and could go higher. The chances of are-blocking after being cleared is 50% within a week or two after being un-blocked which means another procedure and 3more days in the hospital.
Unfortunately I am currently struggling with approximately $20,000 in medical bills from a surgery I had last summer so this is one emergency too many for me.
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Here is a little more about Mojo:
Mojo and his brother Yoshi came into my life in December2000. My first cat, Puck, had passed away and as a legacy to her I wanted to offer a home to two kittens. One Saturday, I went to pet adoptions in Sherman oaks, Encino, Culver City and Santa Monica looking for two colorful male kittens. I wasn’t having much luck. I was told that kittens usually get adopted early in the day, so when I pulled into the Petco in Santa Monica at 6:00 pm I had very little hope of finding my new family. I also knew that kitten season was just about over and if I didn’t find them soon, I would probably have to wait until May. My spirits picked up as soon as I spied two tiny 8 week old black kittens with beautiful blue eyes. I asked their foster dad if they were related and he said they were brothers. I immediately fell in love.I asked the kittens if they wanted to come home and live with me.I assumed the purring meant yes.
My first fond moment came the next morning when I woke up and pulled the covers back to see two kittens curled up together against me and two sets of eyes gazing lovingly at me. I named one Kirayoshi and the other one Mojo Jojo. Mojo was named after the evil monkey in the Power Puff Girls. True to his name he developed a bit of a stubborn streak, but he was still sweet.
With in their first two years Mojo and Yoshi broke a fan, a lamp, 3 spider plants, a zen garden, a couple of pictures frames and…. well pretty much everything, but they were always entertaining. One night I looked up from the TV to see them causally trotting across the room - Mojo with a roll of toilet paper in his mouth. Another time I caught him trotting out of my roommate’s room with a rose blossom in his mouth. I have no idea what he planned to do with it.
After age two they calmed down a bit. Yoshi grew into a long sleek classically handsome kitty while Mojo grew into a stocky sumo of a cat. I think the fact that he wasn’t as handsome as his brother endeared him to me.Their personalities are different too. Yoshi craves attention. He will throw himself on the ground, belly up in front of anyone and everyone and meow until you pet him. Mojo is a little more standoffish but will eventually come around to investigate and say hello. Both boys like having their bellies rubbed and never bite or scratch (well unless you are trying to clip Mojo’s claws) When I am in bed Yoshi will often paw me in the face or lick me until I play with or feed him. I am constantly pushing him off the bed. Mojo on the other hand never tries to wake me. He just curls up against me and goes to sleep. I enjoy his quiet steadiness. Yoshi will talk your ear off, Mojo speaks rarely.
Mojo has some breathing problems but I have become accustomed to the sound of his breathing, snoring and occasional snorting. It’s the sound of home.The sight of them wrestling or curled up together on the sofa is home.The feel of one or both of them curled up on my lap or lying on the ottoman with their head propped on my foot is home. Home would not be the same without him.
Thank you for reading about Mojo.
Regards,
Alison