Mink came into my life through a relationship with my son’s father, Matt.
Matt had been working at a veterinary clinic in 2002 when a pregnant female cat came in having issues during labor.
Matt helped during surgery and he ended up taking two kittens home. Matt raised both kittens, feeding them from a bottle.
One of those kittens was Mink, the other was named Darwin and later given to a family friend.
Mink is a domestic short hair, tortoise shell colored, cat. She was born without a tail.
There is a breed of cat, called Manx, that are bred to not have tails. It’s possible this gene was passed down through her lines at some point, but it’s also possible that she just had a birth defect. Her brother Darwin has a normal tail.
Whatever the reason she was born without a tail, she is a beautiful cat. Dark coloring with just a splash of orange and tans here and there. Her face is round and her eyes are big and gentle.
I fell in love with Mink from the first moment I saw her. She was so beautiful and the fact that she didn’t have a tail made her even more intriguing. But she didn’t like me at first sight.
She’s not a fan of strangers and it took me a long time to earn her love and affection. She’s been an important part of my life from that moment on.
When my relationship with Matt ended, we split up our cat family. I think we had 7 cats at the time. I got Mink.
She is one of the best cats I have ever owned, and I’ve owned quite a few.
She will let you do anything to her, as long as you’re gentle. She loves being brushed, and will brush herself if you just lay it down next to her. She lets me trim her nails with only a few verbal retorts. She loves to lay on me, and will just stay there even if I don’t pet her. But it’s hard not too, she is sooo soft and just too cute.
She is always gentle, and has never been fractious in any nature. In return, I am always gentle with her and make sure she is treated like the princess that she is.
The only thing she hates is my other female cats, Emma and Meow. If they come near her, she tries to scare them with the cutest of hisses. It’s not very intimidating. Other than that, she’s pretty easy going.
Over the years Mink started to grow to an amazingly overweight size, topping out just under 23 pounds. I loved it. I am a sucker for overweight cats, I don’t know why.
Four years ago Mink started to drink a lot of water, I would even catch her licking the condensation off of any glass that she could get too. I noticed her urinating in large quantities and in inappropriate places.
I took her in to the veterinary clinic I worked at, hoping for an easy diagnosis of a urinary tract infection, but was told she was diabetic.
There was some new research done on feline type-2 diabetics, which cats typically are, that the doctor at my practice had just attended a seminar on. She wanted me to try it on Mink. I had to check her blood sugar twice a day and feed her a low carbohydrate diet of canned food only. If I did this, there was a chance that she would go into remission.
Within a few months her weight had gone down and her blood sugar got lower and lower, requiring less and less insulin, until I was giving her none at all.
Her diabetes had gone into remission! It was great. She was happy I didn’t have to poke her anymore and I was happy that she was healthy and I didn’t have to buy insulin at almost $200 a vial.
She stays on a canned diet, and she now weighs 12 pounds. She was happy and healthy.
Last year, Mink started vomiting. She was acting fine otherwise, but I was concerned.
I took her into work expecting the worst. She was 16 now and kidney disease is a huge problem for senior cats.
We ran bloodwork and found her kidneys were ok, but she was now hyperthyroid.
If you read my story about Emma, you found out that hyperthyroidism is not a death sentence as long as it’s treated, but it does require medication twice a day, every day, for the rest of their lives.
She was horrible about me opening her mouth to give her the pill, so I hide it in the center of a little meaty dog treat and put it in her food. She loves it.
Mink is the second oldest animal of my 9.
I consider her a favorite in my list of animals, though they all have their own special qualities, she is definitely special.