Who Knew Cats Could Suffer From Sleep Apnea?
- By Tracy Ames
- Published June 3, 2009
Tracy Ames
Mrs. Ames is an international bestselling author of interracial erotic fiction and a former columnist for several newsletters and magazines.
A native of the San Francisco Bay Area, Tracy currently split time between CT & New York City with her husband, children and a host of pets.
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Hello Everyone,
Yes, it’s late and I’m still awake. For those of you who’ve been following my cat saga, you know why. Last week I found out that one of our cats, Charlie, has sleep apnea and has to wear a PAP ventilation mask. Again…I repeat…It's a dang cat!! So he’s walking around looking and sounding like Darth Vader with an attitude. But wait it gets better. He also has to sleep in a clear tent-like structure and be given meds, steroids, every 8 hours.
Those of you that have met Charlie may have found out the hard way that you do not under any circumstances touch his face. He reduced the nurse’s arm to ground beef when she tried to fit him for the mask so to keep all future cat attacks at a minimum, the vet prescribed a sedative. Turns out it’s too strong so between roid rages Charlie has been spending most of his day spread eagle flat on his back in the middle of the sitting room floor. Our other cat, Chutney, won’t go anywhere near him since he punched her in the nose.
I’ll keep you posted….
Yes, it’s late and I’m still awake. For those of you who’ve been following my cat saga, you know why. Last week I found out that one of our cats, Charlie, has sleep apnea and has to wear a PAP ventilation mask. Again…I repeat…It's a dang cat!! So he’s walking around looking and sounding like Darth Vader with an attitude. But wait it gets better. He also has to sleep in a clear tent-like structure and be given meds, steroids, every 8 hours.
Those of you that have met Charlie may have found out the hard way that you do not under any circumstances touch his face. He reduced the nurse’s arm to ground beef when she tried to fit him for the mask so to keep all future cat attacks at a minimum, the vet prescribed a sedative. Turns out it’s too strong so between roid rages Charlie has been spending most of his day spread eagle flat on his back in the middle of the sitting room floor. Our other cat, Chutney, won’t go anywhere near him since he punched her in the nose.
I’ll keep you posted….
