Wotan moved in with me in December of 2000. He'd been a regular at my
stray feeder for a couple of years, a neighborhood tom who spent cold winter
nights in a cardboard box in my garage (with a nice, warm Polartec pad in it.)
He had gradually become friendly enough for me to touch and handle him, and
during a nasty spell of ice storms I decided he needed someplace better than
a garage and brought him inside.
He went through the usual exam at the vet's office, which revealed that
he had FIV. This wasn't a big surprise, since Juma
also had it and where one local tom is carrying the virus, there's a good
chance others will, too. Wotan also had a heart murmur, and further tests
showed that he had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, a degenerative heart disorder.
And on top of that, he also had some kidney failure, which could have
resulted from an infection or exposure to a toxin.
With all of that stacked up against him, I knew that Wotan would not be
with me for as long as I could wish. However, he benefitted from being in a
secure environment, with medication to help compensate for his heart problems
and a special diet to reduce stress on his kidneys. His condition remained
stable for over a year before starting a slow deterioration.
Wotan adapted surprisingly well to living indoors; apparently he was so
glad to be someplace warm and dry that he didn't object to the confinement.
However, he was not so quick to accept the notion of living in close quarters
with other cats. He seemed to feel threatened by them, and his reaction was
to try to launch a pre-emptive attack. After a gradual program of controlled
exposure, with Wotan in my large cat-cage to prevent him from biting anyone
(and hence possibly infecting them with FIV), he eventually realized that the
other cats weren't really out to get him. After that, he settled down to
peaceably sharing his quarters with everyone else. He was a very gentle cat,
and never had any quarrels with the others after he was established in the
household.
There was another connection between Wotan and Juma, besides the FIV. Juma
was the probable father of Scaramouche, and Wotan was very likely to have
fathered Scaramouche's littermate, Thor, who lives with friends of mine.
Wotan was sweet and affectionate with me, though he never quite absorbed
the idea of playing gently; he was always inclined to use his claws
rather freely. He loved having his cheeks scritched, and would reach out
and grab my hand if I tried to stop scritching before he was ready. Like most
of the strays, he didn't understand about playing with toys at first, but
soon picked up the idea. He liked his stuffed mouse and an occasional pipe
cleaner, but his favorite toy was the Cat Track (a plastic ring with a ball
inside and slots to allow the cat to bat it around.) He was also an habitual
tail-chaser, especially on the sofa in the early morning, when he would whirl
madly around in circles after his tail and then suddenly get very dignified
and pretend he'd never done any such thing. And he liked to climb up on top
of the bookcases and squeak triumphantly at me.
After I'd had him for about a year, Wotan's kidney failure progressed to
the point where it was necessary to start giving him subcutaneous fluids to
compensate. Fortunately, he tolerated the procedure very well. Over the
following year and a half I had to gradually increase the amount of fluids
he was getting and keep him on some medications to help control other effects
of the kidney failure, but he continued to be his lively and cheerful self.
Finally, in early June of 2003, he began a final decline. Another increase
in his fluids helped him keep going for a little while longer, but by the
end of the month his strength had clearly run out, and on July 1st I said
good-bye and had him put to sleep.
Wotan was only middle-aged when he died, but he'd led a hard life in his
early years and just had too much damage to live any longer. He did have
two and a half good years as a pampered housecat, and while I wish it could
have been more, I'm glad I had him with me as long as I did.
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