Our cat came to live with us the same way other animals do; we rescued him from a trashcan behind the high school where I teach. He was sick but after nursing him back to health, my son insisted we keep him and name him Milkshakes. After many quibbles about naming an animal a food product, I agreed to Milkshake…just one.
About a year later, Milkshake was a thriving cat with only one problem: nightmares. Now, I’m not talking everyday, run-of-the-mill nightmares; I’m talking paw thrashing, spit hissing, body throwing kind of nightmares. I’m talking, “oops, sorry I just ripped your sheets to threads,” nightmares.
So, I made a video. A video so the vet could see Milkshake’s nightmares. I posted the video on YouTube with a full 10-second disclaimer about the reasons behind making the recording. Can I just say, that of the 500+ comments on the video, 427 are “Take that cat to the vet. That cat needs help.” Mm-hmm.
Now, I admit it. I went the dramatic route with the video. But, what is a video without sound? And what better way to make my point than to underscore my cat’s nightmares with John William’s score of “Close Encounters of the Third Kind?” Ok. Maybe people get lost in the drama of the whole thing.
But what matters most, is that after viewing the following video, our vet told us that our cat, Milkshake -who is the color of burnt milk- has epilepsy.
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