A SURVIVOR'S STORY

Heather Huber: Eureka Springs Arkansas: October 2006

Smokey, my 1 1/2 year-old gray male cat has just (apparently) survived bobcat fever.  Here is our story:

Monday night I came home from town, watched a movie, climbed the stairs to bed, then saw my gray cat Smokey.  He was resting on a pet blanket beside the bed.  His eyes were glassy and dark.  His breath was slow.  His movement slow and lethargic.  He squeaked in painful protest when I picked him up.  I immediately recognized his condition.  Last year my beloved Clarence cat died of cytauxzoonosis.  I recognized this as the same.

I brought food and water to him.  No go.  He wasn't interested in either.  The only thing in my realm of expertise that I could think of to do was energy work.  I envisioned a white "diamond light gel elixir" infusing his body down to the cellular level where it cleansed and protected him.  I envisioned a golden ball surrounding him with safety while we slept.

I brought him to bed where he slept until early morning.  When I awoke Tuesday morning I couldn't find him.  Eventually I realized he was in a laundry basket on the dresser.  I let this be his "safe spot."  His safe spot was a location where I refrained from torturing him with eyedroppers full of fluid or palpation of his abdomen and kidney regions. 
I engaged in more energy work, letting my intuition guide my hands and thoughts.  I envisioned a tap into his liver to drain away the toxins.  I imagined the "diamond elixir" was magnetizing the cytauxzoa into its matrix where they rejoined the universe in a brilliant white spark.  Meanwhile, Andy (my partner) tried to entice Smokey to eat. 

Around one o'clock in the afternoon I surfed around the internet to see what information was out there regarding the disease.  After reading about Smokey's spleen and pericardium and imminent dehydration, I realized energy work was not enough.  I used an eyedropper to force feed him water.  He fought me, but not much.

I called my mom.  She said to call my vet and call Jim Fain, the local naturopath.  I skipped the vet.  Clarence's death had cost me over $100 - I wasn't going that route again.  I called Jim.  He recommended Monolaurin which is a hearty antiviral, antiparasitic, anti-everything. I rushed to (and from) town to buy Monolaurin from Fain's Herbacy.  I would prefer Monolaurin that does not contain calcuim phosphate or magnesium stearate, but this was not to be had.

I prepared 8 (eight) 300 mg Monolaurin capsules opened into 2 ounces of hot water.  I tasted this bitter, tongue-numbing, viscous slime.  I pitied my kitten.  Then, I showed no mercy. 

Here's the cat-torture method I used: kneel, heels together, straddling the cat.  Grip one or both sides of his mouth firmly and gently.  The cat will back away into your safe and cozy gap between your legs.  He cannot get past your feet and butt.  He may turn his head as you open his mouth with your finger.  Be firm and press the dropper (eye dropper or syringe) into his mouth.  A syringe is nice because you can insert liquid from any angle whereas an eyedropper has to be bulb-up to push any significant amount of liquid into his mouth.  If he refuses to swallow use a smaller amount or stroke his neck from chin to chest.  You will feel cruel.  Don't give up.  You are saving his life with every drop of liquid you feed him. 
I dosed him about 4-6 cc of this nastiness.  I gave him another 4cc in one hour's time. 

Then, I made a new batch of monolaurin.  This time I used cool water.  The mixture didn't turn thick and it didn't turn bitter.  For the rest of the day I opened 1 (one) capsule into 5cc of water every 1 to 2 hours until 1 in the morning.
I interspersed this torture with energy work.

At 1 a.m. Andy came home from work.  He popped open a can of sardines.  Smokey trotted gingerly downstairs to eat.  He wasn't real enthisiastic about the sardines, but he did like some nasty-ass stinking canned cat food that had been out on the counter since the night before.  Let me mention here that cats won't eat what they can't smell and they can lose their sense of smell when they are sick (just like humans.)  So, find the stinkiest, nastiest thing you're willing to let your cat eat.  If it is moist, even better since hydration is vital to your cat's health at this point.  Some people even inject water under the skin at the back of the neck.  I did not do this at Jim's suggestion that over-hydration would burden the kidneys.

I gave another 4cc water/300mg monolaurin dose at 3 a.m.
At 8 a.m. on Wednesday I woke up, and checked on laundry basket boy.  His fever was gone, his ears were cool, his eyes were clear and light.  I dosed him 4cc/300mg anyway.
Andy got up at 9:30 and Smokey ate roast beef and dry meow mix for him.  After about half an hour later Smokey drank rainwater from the outside bowl.  He hadn't touched well water except what I had forced down him.

I repeated the 4cc/150mg dosage at noon, 4 p.m., and 8 p.m.  Eventually, he was fighting me so hard that I decided he was well.  I noticed he smelled bad today.  I can only suppose that the protozoa were dying and that Smokey was detoxing.  I continued visualizing healing energy in and around him throughout the day.

I've been watching him all day today (Thursday) and he seems great.  He is eating normally and begging for treats (after turning down sardines and cream for two days!)  He smells like a healthy cat again.  In fact, he doesn't seem to even realize he was ill.  He took a short walk with me and climbed tree trunks 3-4 feet before jumping to the ground.  He chased Lily, our calico cat, through the woods.
 
I will, of course, continue to keep a close eye on him, but he seems so well that I almost doubt my diagnosis.  Almost.  Lily behaved as though Smokey didn't exist, she ignored him entirely, for two days.   She ignored him through his whole condition until he drank rainwater outside Wednesday morning.  Then she touched noses with him.  They've eaten and napped together ever since.

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