You have to promise not to laugh…. One Saturday morning about 5:00am Bill poured himself a glass of milk before going hunting. While he was putting the milk back in the refrigerator the cat decided to sample the cold refreshing drink. Unfortunately Bill turned around just in time to see her dunk her head for a nice sip. The next think she knew she was doing a backflip to the floor. As Bill left to go to the woods he asked me to check on the cat following their early morning “discussion”.
The cat seemed fine that day, but Saturday night she had a slight change in her demeanor. She didn’t want any one to come around her or hold her. She had this low growl—meow mix. (extremely loud). She wouldn’t eat or drink. Bill was getting a bit anxious at this time thinking he had hurt the cat. We decided to wait until Sunday to see how she was doing that morning.. Meow Meow kept us awake all night with that low growl half meow of pain. It was the most horrible sound I had ever heard.
Sunday Morning came and the cat was still the same. We went to church and when I returned home I went straight away to check on the cat. At this time she couldn’t walk. If you touched her she would drop to the floor and if you rubbed her she would shake all over. Knowing how much this fur ball means to the kids I decided to call the vet.
At 2:00 Sarah (my brother’s girlfriend) and I were in the vet’s office. The vet was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, shades, sandals the whole bit. (of course it was Sunday).. He took her out of the carrier, looked at her, checked her mouth, ears and back and then to my surprise he put her back in the carrier and proceeded to give me her diagnosis.
Our cat wanted a man!!.. Yes she was in heat!! However, to make me feel better the Vet said it was the worse case he had ever seen.

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