Interviews With Cats: Lobstah, The Crustacean-Clawed Miracle Kitty!
If you wave hello to Lobstah the cat, he might just wave back! That's right - this week's Interviews With Cats features @lobstah_the_cat, a young cutie with a unique looking right paw. He overcame a risky surgery as a kitten and is representing hard for the "special needs" kitties out there - they're special because they have more love to give! Read on for the warm fuzzies.
Q: Tell us about yourself! Name, nickname, age, city, siblings, etc.
A: Well, my name is Lobstah. I am currently 20 months old, and I’m a boy. At three months and change, I was brought in to San Francisco Animal Care and Control where they quickly discovered I had issues; I had stopped eating and drinking, peeing and pooping, and was having difficulty breathing. They reached out to the San Francisco branch of the SPCA (across the street) when they realized I was beyond their ability to help. Once there, the SFSPCA took an X-ray and determined I was near death if they didn't intervene. My intestines were "leaking" through my diaphragm into my chest, putting pressure on my lungs. As it turns out, I was also born without a sternum (as well as a pericardial sac, the protective fluid-filled sac surrounding the heart) leaving only the skin on my chest holding in my intestines.
The SFSPCA called San Francisco Veterinary Specialists to see if there was a surgeon there that could help out. Dr. Jeannette Goh of the SFSPCA joined Dr. Margo Mehl of SFVS in performing the surgery, moving my intestines back to where they belong, closing up the hole in my diaphragm, and "building" a chest wall as best as they could with my rib cage. The surgery took all of twenty minutes, a surgery from which they did not expect I’d survive :(
Within 24 hours I was eating and using the litter box like any other healthy cat. After a week of continued improvement and around the clock care, they put me up for adoption. I was wearing a stupid cone of shame though, as I had sutures from my upper chest to lower abdomen. An hour later, my future parents walked through the door.
Q: Is there a special story behind your name?
A: The humans at San Francisco Animal Care and Control thought they were being clever when they named me Captain Hook, and then again at the SFSPCA when I was renamed Lobstah. [insert eye roll here] See, I have a funny looking right paw. After weeks of mulling over new names, my humans decided to just stay with Lobstah. My dad’s parents live in Maine so they have a connection to lobsters somehow. Seems like a stretch to me. They often call me Jimmy or Jimmy Simpson though, as I remind them of their old upstairs neighbor of the same name...another American short-hair, of the human variety.
Q: What’s the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to you?
A: Life saving surgery…is that exciting enough? I don’t care to go through that again, though.
Q: Do you have a favorite pastime?
A: I really, REALLY like to get climb or even jump (from a fair distance) onto my humans’ shoulders. Once there, I settle in for some pretty comforting zzzz’s.
Q: Tell us about your best day ever:
A: That is an easy question! Most cats would probably say (or telepathically communicate, as I do) that their best day was the day their humans took them home. I mean, it was pretty good, I guess. But then they locked me in the bathroom! Who does that? Cruel, I tell ya.
No, my best day was the day I met them the first time. See, I’m pretty cute or so I’ve been (constantly) told. And I have this funny and unique paw. I knew when I met them that they would not be able to resist me. I could see it in their eyes and hear it in their voices. My (future) mom even cried! That was a darn good day. They actually came back the next day to adopt me, after putting a hold on me at the SPCA. Something about my being a special needs cat. Really, I’m just a regular ole cat. But I get where they are coming from. They had a cat before me that was special needs and they wanted to be sure they could “handle” me. Too hot to handle, that’s what I say!!
Q: What’s your favorite treat?
A: I’ll try most anything once…if it passes the sniff test. But probably my most favorite thing is Acana Grasslands dry cat food. I’m told I shouldn’t eat a lot of dry food, but DAMN, that stuff is tasty!!
Q: Tell us about a time you got in trouble with your meowmy (or cat dad):
A: Who, me? Why I’m a perfect angel! Well, seriously, my parents don’t appreciate it when I jump on top of my older sister, DJ Lady Bunny, and bite her on the neck…and occasionally get a clump of fur. That’s when I get locked in the bathroom. I don’t get it…I’m just playing!
Q: What’s your favorite holiday and why?
A: I’m a cat…every day is a holiday! Unless my parents are away…that kinda stinks. Example: I was hoping to do what lots of cats do every Christmas and knock ornaments off of the Christmas tree, and maybe even knock the whole thing down! But my first (and only so far) Christmas after I was adopted, they took off to visit THEIR parents. Not really fair, IMO.
Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
A: (Benevolent) World Leader, of course!
Q: What’s your favorite toy and why?
A: Hmm, that is a tough question. I have a lot. There’s one that my parents call Oscar (it’s green, and I guess it reminds them of some dude on Sesame Street). I like to toss him up in the air. Most anything with catnip I will go CRAZY for. Do you have any? I gotta say, even a hand under a bed sheet gets me ALL revved up!
Q: Do you have any special talents you’d like to share?
A: Hmmm, well, as I mentioned, I was born without a sternum. That gives me certain advantages, you see. Specifically, I can more easily get to those hard to reach places, if you know what I mean.
Q: What do you do that annoys your parents?
A: I suppose when I claw the headboard to wake them up at 1:30 am, and again at 3 am, and again at 5 am, and…well, you get the idea. A guy’s gotta eat, right?
Q: What’s your favorite color?
A: Catnip. That’s a color, right?
Q: Do you have a best friend(s)? If so, who?
A: Well, MY best friend is my sister, though I don’t know if I am hers. She makes this weird hissing sound sometimes when I approach her. I think it means she loves me and to come closer, but I can’t be sure.
Q: Anything else you’d like to share?
A: I have a cute butt ;)