SmokeAndMirrors
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You can use treats to coax her up. How hard is it to just lift her up yourself though? I mean she's old and old people need the youngins to put in some work usually.
When I was a child my family already had a pretty old cat and my grandmother would feel her cooked chicken liver to keep her healthy. It seemed like that cat would live forever. Maybe you can enrich your cat's diet to increase joint mobility somehow?
Hey folks. I have tried Googling this, and I get pretty much nothing.
So my cat is about a million, and she has problems with mobility. Two issues with that.
One is obvious: getting up onto things, like my bed. I tried to get her to use a step a year or two ago. No dice. The little queen has too much pride. So instead, I took the frame off my bed to lower it for her. Yes, I'm a cat lady. That worked for a while, but her mobility has declined further. Now she's struggling again.
So I just built her a ramp. I walked her up it a couple times, but she still doesn't seem convinced. She gets the concept, but I think she's still having issues of pride. And I am not sleeping on the floor, damn it!
The other issue is that her mobility problems are partly neurological. It's not painful, but it causes her to be pretty unstable when she's walking about. She climbs on me while I'm sleeping, slips, and tears me up with her claws while trying to catch herself.
I am thinking of putting claw caps on her, so she can still sleep with me, and I don't have to wake up bleeding all the time. Declawing is NOT an option. I won't do that to any cat, but especially not an old one.
But if I do the claw caps, she definitely won't be able to get on the bed without the ramp because she uses her claws to pull herself up. She's slept with me all her life, and I don't want to simply kick her out of bed at this late stage in her life. I have to make this work for her.
How the hell do I get her to use the ramp? Do I need to put her food up there? Do I need to squirt her? Do I need to cry and beg?
How much does a cat's pride cost?
Why don't you just pick her up and put her on the bed when you're home. Put the ramp near the bed so she can get down. "Getting down" is probably more motivating than getting up there. When you're not home? Buy her a pretty-kitty bed, cut up one of your blankets that has your scent all over it, tuck it in, and put the bed next to a heat register.
Maybe put some catnip on the ramp. If the ramp isnt very wide she may be afraid she will fall off since her problem is neurological. I feel for you,Ive got a cat thats a bazillion yrs old too,but she still rules the roost around here.
I've got a cushion on the side for if she falls. I think it's wide enough, but the way she weaves, you never know.
Old kitties... like grouchy grandmothers, only even more bossy. :lol:
Hey folks. I have tried Googling this, and I get pretty much nothing.
So my cat is about a million, and she has problems with mobility. Two issues with that.
One is obvious: getting up onto things, like my bed. I tried to get her to use a step a year or two ago. No dice. The little queen has too much pride. So instead, I took the frame off my bed to lower it for her. Yes, I'm a cat lady. That worked for a while, but her mobility has declined further. Now she's struggling again.
So I just built her a ramp. I walked her up it a couple times, but she still doesn't seem convinced. She gets the concept, but I think she's still having issues of pride. And I am not sleeping on the floor, damn it!
The other issue is that her mobility problems are partly neurological. It's not painful, but it causes her to be pretty unstable when she's walking about. She climbs on me while I'm sleeping, slips, and tears me up with her claws while trying to catch herself.
I am thinking of putting claw caps on her, so she can still sleep with me, and I don't have to wake up bleeding all the time. Declawing is NOT an option. I won't do that to any cat, but especially not an old one.
But if I do the claw caps, she definitely won't be able to get on the bed without the ramp because she uses her claws to pull herself up. She's slept with me all her life, and I don't want to simply kick her out of bed at this late stage in her life. I have to make this work for her.
How the hell do I get her to use the ramp? Do I need to put her food up there? Do I need to squirt her? Do I need to cry and beg?
How much does a cat's pride cost?
Bless you SmokeAndMirrors. I love cats, and I am happy just reading how much you love your granny cat too. I can't help with your problems, because it sounds like you already have the bases all covered, but it brightened my day to see how you love your granny cat.Thanks! And best wishes to your kitty.
My experience has been that older cats become outdoor cats.
Thank you! I try. It's been really difficult to see her get this old, but I try to make her days as good as I can.
I have the claw caps on. I even got her pretty sparkly ones, but she's still sulking. Hopefully this will make her more willing to use her ramp. Building a stable, gradual incline is hard, damn it!
What is the incline built of, and how high is the bed level?
It's actually made out of a couple small plywood shelves I took apart. It's got blankets and stuff secured over it to give her some traction and cushion.
The mattress is pretty low, really. I still have the frame off, and my mattress is a firm, so it's not very thick. Maybe a foot and a half?
The ramp is laid paraellel to the end of the bed, and it goes almost from one end to the other. The higher end is against a wall, so she can't fall off the end of it.
If it's steep enough that it hurts her to climb it, you could consider getting a piece of 2'x4' plywood at HD or Lowe's. They come pre-cut, so it would be an easy project, and tack some cheap carpet to provide traction. The size would be large enough for comfort, and if she slipped, it would be likely that she wouldn't fall off. I would place it at the head end of the bed, if it is up against a wall, with the short side on the floor, and at the landing on the bed. That would make a pretty gradual incline.
I love my cats more than anyone in the world. I not only wait on them hand and foot, they have regular medical care, lots of attention, quality foods, a room of their own and I left them the house and money enough to keep them here for the rest of their lives. I'm devoted to them.
You are doing everything possible. They are quirky creatures. She'll use the ramp if she feels like it, she probably just wants to see you working. Your love is obvious. You have give 100%. Try to be OK with the results. They don't live as long as we do. Part of the joy is seeing them through to the end, even with the tears.
I lost one to cancer last year at age 14. I bought her all the extra time I could but when her breathing became raspy and she had trouble eating because of that, I sent her to heaven, knowing she had a lifetime of love. I have 3 others that are turning 14. One is becoming arthritic. It's part of the process of love and the relationship.
Be strong.
It's hard. This is the first animal I've ever seen through from infancy to death, and some part of me feels like if I was doing a good enough job, she just wouldn't get sick. I know logically that's insane, but it doesn't stop me from feeling like I've done something wrong as age slowly gets the better of her.
The favorite cat I've ever had was a manx that lived to the age of 18, and died a couple of years ago. I came across him one rainy May morning, while taking my sons to school, and he was lying in the middle of the highway- I thought someone had run over and killed him, but my sons looked back through the rear window, and noticed him moving, so I backed up, picked him up, and tried to find him a home. Nobody wanted him, so I took him home with me, and he had a little short crooked tail, and jacked-up back legs, and he was the mightiest hunter of any cat I've ever seen. He would sleep curled up in my hair, and was sweet as sugar, but also had spunk, and you had to watch out for the quick slap of his claw when he was playing. He had attitude and style. Toward the end of his life, he got to where it hurt him to walk, and he eventually became deaf as well, but he was the coolest cat I've ever seen. He had always been very independent, but he became such a sweetheart and so affectionate in his last couple of years. One Sunday morning, for whatever reason, I awakened and came into the living room to check on him. He had gotten to the point that he really wanted to be left alone, and he slept behind the recliner. I got on the floor with him, and talked to him, and petted him, and he purred, then he quietly died while I was there with him. It was one of the most touching moments of my life. I had him from infancy to death, and if a cat can be a brother, he was mine. I mourned him like a child, and have such sweet and funny memories of his antics. To me, what matters is that he touched my life, and I like to think I touched his life as well, as far as a human is able to do so. We do what we do for love, and we do the best that we can do. That's all that we can ask of ourselves.
Hey guys. Thanks for all of your help on this.
My cat has taken a turn for the worse, and because of how invasive and uncomfortable further testing and/or treatment would be, and how small the return is likely to be in terms of quality and duration of life, I am stopping treatment and I am not getting any more testing, apart from perhaps one viral test if my regular vet thinks it's worth doing.
I plan to keep her here for the next week or two, spoil her like crazy, and have her euthanized by a home visit vet so she can be in a comfortable environment.
I am really destroyed about this. As Goshin might say, "a bag of broken glass." I just keep trying to remember how her kitty mind works, and that the stress of going any further vs. the lack of return just won't be worth it. I'd be doing it for me. And I don't want her last days to be all about me.
She's struggling more, but she is using her ramp, and hopefully we can enjoy a peaceful week or two together. I'm feeding her all kinds of horrible things she loves -- omelets, dog treats, the works. She doesn't have much of an appetite, but she appreciates the taste. And she still purrs when I hold her sometimes.
Thank you guys for all your help and words of encouragement.
The favorite cat I've ever had was a manx that lived to the age of 18, and died a couple of years ago. I came across him one rainy May morning, while taking my sons to school, and he was lying in the middle of the highway- I thought someone had run over and killed him, but my sons looked back through the rear window, and noticed him moving, so I backed up, picked him up, and tried to find him a home. Nobody wanted him, so I took him home with me, and he had a little short crooked tail, and jacked-up back legs, and he was the mightiest hunter of any cat I've ever seen. He would sleep curled up in my hair, and was sweet as sugar, but also had spunk, and you had to watch out for the quick slap of his claw when he was playing. He had attitude and style. Toward the end of his life, he got to where it hurt him to walk, and he eventually became deaf as well, but he was the coolest cat I've ever seen. He had always been very independent, but he became such a sweetheart and so affectionate in his last couple of years. One Sunday morning, for whatever reason, I awakened and came into the living room to check on him. He had gotten to the point that he really wanted to be left alone, and he slept behind the recliner. I got on the floor with him, and talked to him, and petted him, and he purred, then he quietly died while I was there with him. It was one of the most touching moments of my life. I had him from infancy to death, and if a cat can be a brother, he was mine. I mourned him like a child, and have such sweet and funny memories of his antics. To me, what matters is that he touched my life, and I like to think I touched his life as well, as far as a human is able to do so. We do what we do for love, and we do the best that we can do. That's all that we can ask of ourselves.
Damn you for making me all teary-eyed.
Oh man- I'm so sorry to hear this, but kudos to you for loving her so much. She's a lucky kitty, and you are a lucky woman to love her so much. I wish for you comfort in all of this. It's very hard to lose a pet that means so much to you.
Hey guys. Thanks for all of your help on this.
My cat has taken a turn for the worse, and because of how invasive and uncomfortable further testing and/or treatment would be, and how small the return is likely to be in terms of quality and duration of life, I am stopping treatment and I am not getting any more testing, apart from perhaps one viral test if my regular vet thinks it's worth doing.
I plan to keep her here for the next week or two, spoil her like crazy, and have her euthanized by a home visit vet so she can be in a comfortable environment.
I am really destroyed about this. As Goshin might say, "a bag of broken glass." I just keep trying to remember how her kitty mind works, and that the stress of going any further vs. the lack of return just won't be worth it. I'd be doing it for me. And I don't want her last days to be all about me.
She's struggling more, but she is using her ramp, and hopefully we can enjoy a peaceful week or two together. I'm feeding her all kinds of horrible things she loves -- omelets, dog treats, the works. She doesn't have much of an appetite, but she appreciates the taste. And she still purrs when I hold her sometimes.
Thank you guys for all your help and words of encouragement.
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