Eddie Spaghetti 12 years
Domestic Short Hair, Black
East Port Veterinary Hospital, NSW

Born to be Wild!

Job title

Practice Manager

My day-to-day task list

My day begins early, however does not start until I am ready! At 7:00am I am woken up by one of my aunties, the poor thing has to open up the hospital and attend to patients. Sometimes I am not bothered by this, but there are times I have woken up on the wrong side of my fluffy and I want food, new litter, attention and I want it all Now! Once I have gotten what I wanted, I will generally lie in until my presence is requested (9:00am) my daily duties can vary depending on the day and especially the patients. You see, as practice manager I am responsible for organising and maintaining my humans, patients and the premises. That is why I do countless trips inside and outside, inside and outside, checking stock levels ( they call it hiding in cupboards), supervising delivers (or hiding in boxes), helping my receptionist’s type or ending phone calls, keeping my girls on their toes ( a little scratch here or love bite there, unannounced visits in their consults and playing chasey’s). Finally the patients, when they step through that threshold they know this is my house. Not Flo rida’s, not the dog house, mine! Bark out of line, look at me sideways, urinate on my desk… you face the paw. Look I can handle that, its grass in my teeth (really) but what fuzz’s up my tail is when patients disrespect my nurses, then you see the streets in me. This all sounds like there’s no time for me in my day, somehow I do fit in “Me time”. For example; sunbaking in the car park, sleeping on the reception desk, sleeping on someone’s stuff in the staffroom, finding treat containers to crack open or stealing someone’s lunch.

My favourite things

I love long walks on the beach, candle lit dinners and listening to Barry white… Ok, ill be serious. I am your typical male feline; the way to my heart is through bribery. My first love, liver treats. We are on good terms at the moment (have to be, we see each other every day) but the days when I am love sick, so sick, you might as well give me metrogyl or when they hide from me. You could label us as an “unhealthy relationship”, don’t judge me, who has given up their first? I was in a dark place when I met tuna, wounded and sworn off all delicacies. Its chunky meat with brine knew better, and hey was good for me in the end with all the vitamins and minerals. Tuna helped me heal and move on. The first time I saw Greenies I was stopped in my tracks, pupils dilated, purring like an animal… well you get the picture. I am still a kid at heart, scrunch up some paper and let me at it. Best to limit time with my Kong Wubba and Kickeroo (or you’ll never see me). Now to answer the question… my favourite things are my humans. I would not be here with out them; I would meow-where without Gary and my Girls.

My naughtiest habit

Naughtiest habit, Is that even a thing? How could I do wrong? I’m clean; I’ve put the streets behind me. Although; there was an incident the other day and someone called me a bad boy. I was just doing a standard parameter walk, like any other day, but that day a line was crossed by… lets call him Stuart, Stuart Little. I was going to let him off with a warning, but this guy pushed me, it was an accident… I swear. I panicked. I ran, trying to hide, but I got caught. The girls came after me.

What do my clients think of me?

Lucky for me, you’re only asking clients. I am adored, cherished and sought after (by almost the entire clientele). I have been described as “spicey” and you know what, I won’t contest that. I will bring variety to your day. Just add a pinch of Eddie Spaghetti to liven up things; (you won’t be left with a bad taste). The ladies go week in the knees, I just have to lie across the desk and they all come running up to the “beautiful black cat”. Client’s children and grandchildren come just with hope to see me. They cannot get enough. Even when I am in bed, they’re asking for me. Who can blame them, you’re only human.

Other things you should know about me

I am not one to be dramatic, I keep to myself, low profile, never making situations about me… its just not my style.
Although, seeing how we are on the topic…

Let me just set the mood…
(Picture a dull autumn day, miserable with rain, no sun in site, no chance of a break in showers)

Once upon a cat life…

In a small town on the mid north coast, called Port Macquarie, there lives a feline, nameless, a stray to roam around the city, however this stray was not making dough’ until he found his forever home.

He knew there was love out there for him; he just had to find those hearts that would call him family.

The search took him far and wide, high and low.
A small price to pay for the cost of love.

Unfortunately, what he didn’t know is the dangers that lie ahead.
You see in Port Macquarie it is not uncommon to treat tick patients all year round, and a pet without protection is a pet at risk. The poor stray stood no chance once he started journeying into grassland areas, for soon a tick the size of a pin head found its way up past his leg and attached itself safely behind his ear.

Without knowing it, his search would almost cost him his life. Within two days he started to feel a little “off” less energetic, he thought he just needed some rest. After a nap he found some water to drink, but he was not able to drink. Thinking he needed food, he went looking for food, when he found some he was having difficulty swallowing so he stopped. And kept walking, after walking for hours he began to feel tired again, but ignored it. He had a family to find and nothing was getting in his way. No matter how strong his mind was, his body was turning against him.

So he kept on walking, by now his legs started to feel tired. Almost as if he began to drag his feet, from his feet to his legs, they became harder to control (use). He was now dragging his legs. Panicked, feeling short of breath, he took a rest. As he lay on what would be last time he chooses to be still, he can feel the use of his body being taken away from him.

He can only lie there, struggling to breath, each breath feeling more draining than the last.

Deciding to sleep, he closes his eyes.

Feeling his body move, gently rocking he opens his eyes, looking up he can see a human (he is being carried) trying to move, he cannot. All he can do is look around, not sure where he is, it’s noisy. There are dogs barking, cats meowing, trying to smell his surrounds, the place does not seem familiar, but he is not scared.
Now he had been handed over to a man, the man rushed him through a door and placed him on a table. With what felt like a big pinch to his ear, the man removed a well engorged paralysis tick. As the strays vitals were being checked, a mask was placed over his face to support breathing difficulties. The man called out to a nurse “we need to treat this cat or he is going to die!” the nurse’s reply “we have to call the ranger, he is a stray!”.
With what the man said next, made the stray realise his search was over…

“He is not going anywhere, he needs us!”

And they all lived happily ever after.

                                                 The end.

 

I was roughly five months old when I was brought to Eastport suffering from tick paralysis (borderline severe). If not for that kind lady I would have died not knowing my family, I purr for them and them alone.

As I made a full recovery from the paralysis they started calling me Eddie, but as soon as they gave me a name, they took all the coins out of my purse (if you catch my drift).

Roughly a year later I developed avascular necrosis resulting in me needing femoral head and neck surgery. (2006)

In my teenage years I ruptured my left cruciate ligament (2011), after those orthopaedic procedures I started using cartrophen for my developing arthritis. We gave it a year and blaming my parent’s genetics my hocks and stifles were becoming affected. So in 2012 I was the first cat to undergo stem cell therapy at Eastport, and they have been trying to catch up me ever since.

My family take the best care of me; actually it is not care at all, its love.

Clearly I don’t look my age, I could pass for eight, hey.

If I can do one small thing for my family, it would be my dream to win Dermcare clinic cat of the year 2017. So I can tell everyone, My humans, My family, their here to make a difference.