
Well, as promised, here is a post about Gabby's escapades while we were gone. My Grandma has always said that for as much as I love that cat, she has had to go through more than her fair share of trials. Starting from one week old she's been in and out of the vet office. At first I tube fed her (had to put a tube down her throat to feed her) since she wouldn't take a bottle. She finally got the hang of sucking a bottle, but then would get constipated and have to go to the vet for that. Something I didn't know before raising her is that kittens cannot urinate or
defecate on their own, only when the mother cleans them. Obviously, I wasn't as good as a mother cat, so she had some problems in that area. One time she got bad formula (outdated formula that a vet gave me) and kept throwing it up until I figured the problem out.

From early on we started the process to get her ready to go to Hawaii. Hawaii has very strict quarantine rules, so she needed lots of shots and a microchip. She was only 3 1/2 months old when Sam and I got married, so she stayed with Mom and Dad until she was 9 months and could come to Hawaii without going into quarantine.
On one of our trips back to Alaska we had the neighbor watching her. I put her collar on with the ID tag in case she got out. Big mistake! She scratched at the collar until it was so tight around her neck that it rubbed all the fur off and she had sores that surrounded her neck. The guy watching her didn't realize it because she doesn't let anyone near her.
Finally, to come to Germany, she needed a different type of microchip and shots, so she had to go through all of that again. My poor baby!

She has a really hard time when we leave her for any length of time and in the past we've set up for someone to come in each day to feed and check on her. This time we asked one of Sam's employees, Michelle, if she would stay here at the house while we were gone. She agreed to that, so we felt pretty good about leaving knowing that Gabby wouldn't be alone. I did have some reservations about how Gabby would treat Michelle, but we had her over a couple times for dinner prior to us leaving so Gabby would know who she was.
Everything seemed to be going fine even though Gabby still hissed and didn't want to be too friendly with Michelle. Then one evening in Alaska we came home to a phone message. It was Michelle telling us we needed to call her as soon as we got in no matter what time it was. I believe it was about 3:00am Germany time when we got the message, but called anyhow. Michelle said that she had one of her
prescription pills sitting out and was going to take it after eating, but when she went back later she saw that Gabby had bitten it and was eating the little balls inside of the capsule. (Michelle later found out that cats actively seek out this particular medication - Who knew??)

At the time we were speaking to Michelle, Gabby was at the vet clinic being given IVs and being observed. We were glad that Michelle took her in right away. She may have been fine, but then again she may have died from it.
Sam called the vet clinic to find out how she was doing. They kept saying that she was being very aggressive so they needed to keep her for observation. That concerned me because I knew she would not calm down or be friendly to them.....EVER. Besides the fact that she's just not friendly with other people, she also has had bad experiences at the vet. So, I knew she wouldn't just calm down. The next day she kept throwing up her food. I wanted them to let Michelle bring in some of her normal kibble because she's only ever had one kind and with her nerves being spent probably just wasn't keeping the unfamiliar food down. They said no. I felt like my hands were tied and we were so far away I couldn't do anything.
Now that it's over it may seem irrational, but not knowing how German vet clinics work, my biggest fear was that they would say she needed to be put down because she was so aggressive. I know that probably sounds ridiculous, but that was my fear. I couldn't speak to them, because of the language barrier, so I didn't feel like I was getting across to them that she's just naturally
aggressive with strangers.

Well, thankfully, after two days of being at the clinic and numerous calls from us, she kept some food down and Michelle was allowed to pick her up. She got home just a few days before we returned. When we came in Friday evening she looked skinny and disheveled. She has a bald spot on her front leg where they drew blood and gave her the IV. She's been extremely sweet and loving and is getting back to her ornery little self. So...though it cost us close to $600 (OUCH!) we have our baby back and she's fine. I realize that to anyone else she's just a cat, but to us she's our baby and we were really happy that she came through that whole ordeal virtually unscathed.