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Frank Booth Had a Cat

Don't you fucking look at me!

Actually, the kitty above has feline asthma; I just think the picture is funny as hell.  It looks like the cat is hitting a catnip bong and really getting into it or something.  And yes, if Frank Booth had a cat, this is what it would look like.

I found this while doing some research; Eartha Kitty has feline asthma, though fortunately not a really bad case that requires an emergency inhaler.  When she starts showing signs of having a harder time breathing, she gets the prednisone pills for a week and within an hour of the first dose starts getting better.  She’s never had more than one attack in a year, usually in January – when we surprisingly have some high pollen counts.  I’ve just figured that there’s some allergen around at that time of year and that, perhaps combined with cold air, causes the flare-ups.  A few days ago she burrowed up under the quilt on the bed and I assumed it was because she was freaked out by the sound of sleet hitting the roof & windows – but then she stayed there for 4 or 5 hours.  When she finally came out I noticed the labored breathing and concluded I’m an idiot.  She did the same burrowing thing on the bed when she was sick last January, so maybe I’m not as cat whisperer as I think I am if I can’t figure out something like that after living with this animal for 7 years.

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  1. February 11, 2011 at 12:01 pm

    The title of this post is incredibly funny (as is the caption for the picture). I had no idea cats could get asthma. I’m glad this kitty is getting the care and attention she needs.

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