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foods that will poison cats:
- dairy products (adults turn lactose intolerant)
- fat trimmings, raw meat, eggs, fish
- grapes and raisins
- onions and garlic
- tuna (when not made for cats)
- xylitol (artificial sweetener)
if you have a cat please reblog this
The hilarious thing is that Sara came out and quoted #5 (raw meat and eggs) just as I finished making a batch of cat food and feeding the little buggers.
RAW cat food.
I mean, what do people think African wildcats (the subspecies of wildcat most closely related to housecats; domestic cats diverged from African wildcats some 10,000 years ago) eat? It’s not like kibble or processed-to-hell-and-back canned food rains down from the sky for them.
Look, most of this list is valid. Alliums, for instance, which includes onions, garlic, shallots, leeks, and some others, will probably sicken and quite possibly kill your cat. I’ve failed to pay close enough attention to a pan of caramelized onions and then had to force cats to vomit because, sill me, I thought they wouldn’t eat caramelized onions. (By the way, if you ever have to force cats to vomit, use either syrup of ipecac or about a tablespoon of hydrogen peroxide. Works for dogs, too.) Almost everything else on the list is also accurate. (I have to qualify one, though. Dairy is rarely actually poisonous to cats; I’m sure an actual allergy to milk protein is possible, but lactose intolerance usually means that they’ll have a case of gas and diarrhea that will make you want to die. That said, most non-soft cheeses have little to nearly no lactose; the harder the cheese, the less it has. This is why you might find recipes for cat treats that include Parmesan, for instance, or a vet might suggest sprinkling grated cheese over food if the cat is refusing to eat. The concern with aged cheeses, honestly, tends to be sodium over lactose.)
Also, as long as it’s canned in water, tuna meant for humans is better for cats than fish-flavored canned cat food. Now, fish in general is not terribly good for cats, but fish-flavored cat food usually has a preservative (the name of which I cannot recall) that’s downright bad for them. So honestly, the point shouldn’t be “tuna”; it should be “any fish, especially fish-flavored cat food”.
But I have to object to raw meat and eggs, I really do. A properly-made raw diet is one of the best options out there for most domestic cats. I am not saying and have never said everyone should feed their cats a raw diet; you might not have the spoons or money or time or any other reason you choose not to. But a scare tactic of “raw meat poisons cats” is absurd.
In 2011, we moved from the house we were renting to an apartment; we had massive issues with getting my Social Security fixed; and we had two quite overweight cats and one cats who had been skinny all her life. Part of the issue was that the skinny one was oldest and had always been free-fed; she was a grazer by nature. The other two, well… given the chance, they’d gorge. That year, we switched them to a diet kibble that was free fed and supplemented Hawkeye (the skinny one) with meals of regular kibble or canned food. Then we switched Ava and Toby (the overweight ones) to meals of the low-cal kibble, and Hawkeye got meals of regular kibble or canned food.
Toby is very person-oriented, and when we’re stressed, he picks up on it. He’s also a bit neurotic and anxious, so when we’re stressed, it definitely affects him physically. Since we were stressed about getting my Social Security fixed and being able to make rent and all, he not only gnawed on his back left foot (a stress behavior he started when he had a minor foot injury that corresponded with a move from California to Iowa), he managed to get a urinary tract infection. And it lasted for nearly two months, despite antibiotics that we got prescribed very soon after he started squatting everywhere. (Poor boy clearly felt so bad about peeing outside the litterbox. He just looked ashamed every time.)
Now, I worked in vet clinics for seven years, and I’dknown plenty of cats who wound up with recurring urinary tract infections, urinary blockages, cystitis, etc. I did not want that for Toby. But being an easily-stressed male cat who was about three pounds overweight and had already had a persistent UTI predisposed him for those possibilities. So I did my research, I talked to Geena, and once we had the money (aka, once my Social Security was fixed), we started our cats on a raw diet.
Ava has lost about two pounds and kept it off, she’s a dainty seven-ish pounds now. Toby is a bit over eleven pounds. Ven has never been overweight; he has a bit of a fat deposit to his belly, the same one that’s extremely common to many neutered males. When Sara moved here, we transitioned her cats to the same diet. Sidney lost his extra weight, and his dry skin (something that had been an issue since before she adopted him) cleared up.
When we took Ava and Toby to the vet in 2012 for their shots, he was amazed. He asked what we’d started feeding them, and admittedly, he gave us a bit of a skeptical look when we said it was a raw diet. Once I told him what was in it, though, he approved. Both of them had lost nearly all excess weight (Toby has the same neutered-male-fat-deposit as Ven), and they’ve been wonderfully healthy (Toby’s current bout of chin acne aside).
Now, yes, the skeptical look was because a lot of people don’t feed proper raw diets, and their cats develop deficiencies or otherwise become unwell. That’s part of why it isn’t for everyone. Hell, even ours isn’t as perfect as it could be, mostly because varying the type of meat we use and getting chicken hearts is difficult, plus our grinder can’t handle raw bone. But it’s an extremely good diet, better by far than any kibble or canned food. Our vet has approved of it, and our cats are living proof of how good it is.
For interest’s sake, this is our recipe:
- 10 pounds chicken leg quarters, skin on. (Breast meat is okay for a treat, but it doesn’t have anywhere near the fat cats need in their diet. Yes, even overweight or obese cats.)
- A dozen eggs (pastured, if possible, because they tend to have higher nutrient counts)
- About half a pound of chicken liver.
- About a teaspoon of taurine. This is essential. Evolution has failed cats when it comes to producing their own taurine, so unless you add plenty of organ meat or whole animals (for instance, ground whole rabbit) to their diets, you have to add taurine. A lack of taurine is why cats on cruel vegan or vegetarian diets go blind. And yes, those diets are always cruel. You want a vegetarian pet? Get a rabbit.
- Calcium, whether by grinding the bones, crushing up/dissolving calcium tablets, or using eggshell calcium. (Save eggshells. Bake at 200F for ten minutes. Grind in coffee/spice grinder until fine. Add a few teaspoons to each batch of food.)
- L-Lysine. This is optional, but I’ve read that it’s a good immune-system supplement, and it’s borne out by things we’ve seen with our cats.
- B-complex. Liver is high in B vitamins, especially B-12, so this is more paranoia on my part.
- Fish oil
- Vitamin E
- Homemade chicken sock, about 1-2 cups. If you buy it, make certain it has no added sodium and was not made with allims. You don’t want your cats’ healthy diet to include something that’s going to fuck with their kidneys or red blood cells.
- Optionally, pureed pumpkin or winter squah. We add this for the fiber. Most cats don’t need it (obligate carnivores and all), but Ven tends to have loose stools without it.
The eggs must be separated and the whites cooked, since raw egg whites inhibit biotin absorption. Other than that and the stock, everything is raw. We warm the stock and add the supplements and frozen pumpkin cubes so they can dissolve and melt, respectively, as we do the rest. Then we debone the leg quarters and run the meat through the grinder attachment we got for my stand mixer, then the cooked egg whites (tonight, I just pan-fried them in a bit of coconut oil), then the livers and yolks, and finally the stock mix. We freeze it in meal-sized portions (one cup for four cats; they get it twice a day). After each meal, we take out a portion to thaw for the corresponding meal the next day. Ideally, no portion is out of the freezer and in the fridge for more than about 30 hours (allowing for very extreme variances in meal times).
After we’re done making up a batch, we brown the bones in the oven at 425F for 20 minutes, then stuff them in my big crock pot, fill it with water, and turn it on high for about 24 hours. Not on;y does that result in a rich stock that we use for cats and us that I then can, but the bones are soft enough to crush with our fingers, so the cats get the cooked bones and meat as a completely healthy treat.
… Sorry for how long that got, but I know that people are more likely to read a rebuttal than they are to look up every point on a list such as this. Point is: aged cheeses are usually okay as a treat or enticement; fish is not great for cats, especially fish-flavored cat food; and raw meat is what cats are evolved to eat and a carefully-made raw diet is better for cats than pretty much any commercial cat food. If you want to make cat food but are worried about bacterial contamination, bake the chicken quarters for about 10 minutes at 325F before making a single cut; barring unusual infections that you will almost certainly notice, the inside of muscles are sterile. (It’s why a medium-rare or even rare steak is almost always safe, but ground beef in any form should be cooked all the way through: grinding exposes the rest of the meat to any bacteria on the surface and increases the surface area exponentially, meaning aerobic bacteria can breed effectively anywhere in the ground meat.)
Phew, that got ridiculous. And now I am off to start stock and freeze another round of the cats’ RAW FOOD, made with RAW CHICKEN and RAW EGG YOLKS.
On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.
Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing.
Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool.
My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver.
That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.)
ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.
May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.
In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33.
Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)
As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome.
Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome.
In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street - NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners.
Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.”
Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this:
YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS!
But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story.
Edna refusing to go inside.
These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless.
For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.)
Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below.
But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry.
By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.
She’s dead, too. Surprise.
She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna.
So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs - I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”)
But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].”
He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this:
So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!
Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them.
I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.
Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed.
Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.
That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding.
I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled.
This made me cry
STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.
This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit
They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.
I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.
"All these characters are gay? No. It’s unrealistic to have so many."
Didn’t you know? Gays are pack animals. Like angry wolves, they rove the countryside in large groups. During the full moon the alphagay has a contagious bite that will make you realize that of course gay people fuckin hang out together???
I think ours is Subluxate. We all congregate at their comm and all.
SUBLUXATE I HAVE PEOPLE FOR YOU TO BITE.
Okay, gimme a list in nine days! And also a plane ticket or two…
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What the hell is camouflage supposed to smell like?
So. Last week I was diagnosed with Elhers Danlos Syndrome, a life long genetic disease I had no idea I had, on top of having had Fibromyalgia since 2010. You can read more about both illnesses at the wiki EDS page and Fibro page. Both illnesses cause pain, exhaustion and limit mobility. I’ve m…
So this is a thing,
This is a thing I need help with. Between getting married in 3 weeks, moving next month (and needing to hire movers to do it all) to a house I can manage in better and racking up some medical bills for treatments not covered by my medical card - we need some help covering the cost of a new wheelchair.
So here’s the thing
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