January Exclusive Video!!!!
Added 2025-02-14 06:54:49 +0000 UTCComments
Same here! I'm new to the patreon but can't access any patreon exclusive videos other than the new iceberg
Leah Walker
2025-09-21 07:52:26 +0000 UTCHow can I watch this video? It's saying the account has been terminated. Forgive me, I'm new here 😭
Brianna
2025-08-17 23:09:23 +0000 UTCI am getting to this really late and I'm sorry for that. But I have a story to share. Sorry for how long this is. CW for pet health and being a caretaker I am a cat lady. Cats aren't for everyone. I'm fine with that. They just happen to be the animal my heart is all about. I currently have three and I love all of them so, so much. I have been really lucky that, until recently, all of my cats have been happy and healthy fur babies. Then there is Pumpkin Spice. It's important to say that I didn't intend on adopting Pumpkin when I went with a friend to the shelter. I ended up going home with two; Lydia (named for Lydia Deetz) and Pumpkin Spice (who is named for the colors her orange tabby/Bengal parents gave her. Rhiannon (the cat I already had when I adopted the other two) is a princess kitty and expert huntress who think that I am the only tolerable human in the universe. She will come to you when she wants attention and affection and will wander off once she has had enough. We are soulmates. Lydia, true to her namesake, is a standoffish gothic beauty who acts like she doesn't need anyone. Pumpkin Spice is desperate for all the affection in the universe. You only have to look at her and she will perk up and start purring. She is the most openly loving cat I have ever come across. You want kisses/head butts? She is willing. Cuddle buddy? She'll be your lap cat for the day. Don't like to sleep alone? No problem. With Pumpkin Spice you are never doing anything alone ever again. Wanna cat who will talk to you? The Spice loves to chat. She is SO vocal. She has more tones than any cat I've ever had. Very chatty. You get the idea. The problems started less than a week after getting her home. She was still a kitten, just over three months old. She was recently spayed and was having some diarrhea as a result. No big deal. I have a mini wet vac for a reason. But it didn't clear up. I also noticed that her voracious appetite was dwindling. Not a good sign. To the vet she went. Vet said she had an Upper Respiratory Virus and that its really common in shelter cats. She was given meds. Vet also discovered eat mites. We got drops. A few hundred dollars dropped. For a couple of months everything was fine. Sure trying to get a three month old kitten to hold still for ear drops and meds was not easy, but she was such a loving baby. Worth every penny. Then she starts sneezing again. One nostril is clearly having the worst time ever, the other looks okay. She stops being hungry. And honestly, Pumpkin Spice LOVES food. Like, all cats are food motivated but PS is the biggest of the foodies. So we go back. Vet says that the URI is now a Middle Respiratory Infection and she's a little concerned. Would we like to have some other tests run? More expensive but she's worried that this is a sign that there is an underlying issue. So yeah, plop down the money for more tests. Get meds. Go home. Hope for the best. She seems to respond to the meds. I am hopeful (secretly worried that everything is going to be awful) and waiting to hear back. The news...is not great. She has tested positive for three things; Chlamydia Felis (probably passed on from the mother), Mycoplasma, and Calicivirus. One of these would be no fun to treat, two is awful. All three together is an unholy medical triumvirate nightmare. Words like "chronic lifelong issues" and "short life expectancy" get thrown around. The vet says that the Calicivirus can cause polyps to grow and that she thinks the infections keep happening because one has formed in her nasal cavity. She thinks this could be blocking things. We need to see a specialist. More $$$. More meds. More stress. Specialist can see us in three months. Meanwhile I am in frantic ADD research mode and thinking of all the worst case scenarios and here is this purring, loving, sweet baby who just wants to love and be loved and I am terrified I'm not doing enough as much as I am scared that I am overreacting. And all I can do is keep giving her two different medications twice a day and reading about how less than half of the cats that have all the things she has survive to be a year old. I'm already mourning her and she's not even gone. Anyway, we finally end up at the specialist and he says that there is definitely something blocking her nasal cavity and she's going to need surgery and tells me the cost and I am ready to sell a kidney and pass out because I am a ChPT and we don't make all that much money. He also gives me another medication and a supplement that she needs to be on in order to give her the best chance. Oh, and if I could do humidifier treatments with her twice a day that would really improve her chances. All the while she is sneezing up bloody snot rockets the size of my thumb and is so confused by everything that is happening to her. I worry that the stress is hurting her and that she's going to stop being so loving and affectionate because of everything I am putting her through. Either way, I schedule the surgery. I take extra shifts. A few friends donate money. I can pay for her surgery. The pet surgeon finds what he calls a "piece of desiccated something" in her nostril. It isn't a polyp. It's something foreign and organic that got into her nose and has been decaying. It caused a lot of inflammation and her mucus was backed all the way up to her stomach. She goes on steroids to reduce inflammation (cats do not do well on steroids) and antivirals to keep her chronic issues in line while she heals from this. She's still got a 50/50 shot of maybe making it to her first birthday. Three days later her lip starts swelling up. I rush her to the ER, sure that something awful has happened. More money to find out that the cheese she nibbled on when I turned my head is something she is absolutely allergic to. Please don't let her eat that again. I wonder why I love this 14 (she's a very long cat) pound ball of fur so much if she is making me stress out like this. Then she stuffs her nose in my ear and does her "i love you" sounds and purrs at me. Credit cards are maxed out. Corporate says there's no more overtime. Life just does not care how much hardship I've paid into the pot, it's just gonna keep throwing stuff at me. Pumpkin Spice's first birthday comes and goes. Her follow-up appointment is cancelled because the entire office gets COVID. I can't do anything but give her four different meds at different times during the day (I had a written schedule), add supplements to her food, take her into the bathroom twice a day for "sauna" sessions with the humidifier. I am exhausted from just trying to keep up with it and take care of her and hope that everything is going to be okay. And then it hits me. It's never going to "be okay." Pumpkin has lifelong chronic issues. Some of the meds she is on are temporary. Some are going to happen until the day she's gone. I have a special needs cat. There was something almost freeing about coming to that realization. This isn't about 'getting through' her diagnosis. There isn't a prize at the end of the race. This is a day-by-day, one step at a time deal. Pumpkin Spice turned two this month. She is entering a time that few cats with her issues see. She has a daily inhaler. She has supplements. She has medications. There are days where trying to sneak up on her (because that's how you get a cat to use an inhaler) sounds like the most awful thing in the world and I DO NOT want to do it. But then I realize that there will be a day when I don't get to. When I can put the inhaler and it's stupid mask in a box and not need it. And that thought KILLS me. I am so, SO sorry for everything that you and your Rug-Rats are going through. Chuckie sounds like the coolest, sweetest baby (and honestly, considering his namesake, why wouldn't he be?) and I know that what you are going through hurts all the way down to your DNA. It's awful. You want to explain to them that what you are doing is for their benefit and the stress is terrible and thoughts go back and forth between "am I doing enough?" and "is this for them or for me?" and it just....sucks. What I can say is going to sound like it came from some self-help pamphlet but I mean it: Do everything you can to help him because he deserves it and so do you. Treasure every single moment, even the ones that take up all the spoons. Chuckie is a good baby and it doesn't matter what happens to him now or months from now. You both deserve the time together.
GrimmAlchemist
2025-02-26 02:31:12 +0000 UTCNGL but I live for these fokken videos, I just adore how you don't have to censor yourself and "let yourself free", talking about your private life (VENT AS MUCH AS YOU NEED, IT'S OKAY!!!!) and how you truly feel about the crap that's going on/fcked up urban legends and so on.
Habromania
2025-02-25 14:35:44 +0000 UTCGenuinely hope you and your little rattie friends are doing better now. I've had times where everything just went wrong with my pets and you do kinda hope the universe takes your suffering into consideration. You'll be okay.
Rebecca Steenbuck
2025-02-14 12:52:07 +0000 UTCYayyy
Pup Quarpse
2025-02-14 06:58:48 +0000 UTCYIPPEE🗣🗣🗣🗣
Jonah (ResidentFreaker)
2025-02-14 06:58:06 +0000 UTC
