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and that ended up leading to further paralysis. I also experienced vision and hearing loss, a Spinal Cord Injury (L1-S2 Incomplete), and TBI with non-epileptic seizures.
Our family actually started out with a cat. What it was is, when me and my wife first started dating, she had a cat that was her grandmothers named Teela, and that cat didn't like men at all. So, I was waiting down in her living room, and her roommate was there, and her roommate told me she had a cat but not to worry about her. While I was waiting, ten minutes went by and her cat ended up sitting on my lap and purring. So, I guess her cat figured out that I must be a good person with pets. She was a calico cat with diabetes and we had to give her insulin shots twice a day. She got to a point that I think she was used to it...and she just understood that we were trying to help her. To the day, that cat never liked any other men besides me. I actually had one of my shipmates from the shipyard who stayed with us for a short time. Teela had claimed the guest room and the guest bed as hers. If we ever had to find her, she would be in that room on the bed. Anyway, my friends ship was in the Naval Yard being repaired and we let him stay at my apartment for a little while. So Teela did end up making friends with him. Normally she would poop in people's shoes if she didn't like you. So, if you stayed on the couch or in the guest room, and left your shoes anywhere, and she didn't like you, she would be sure to find your shoes and do her 'job'. She would even do this if a person was only there for a couple of hours...in case that the person she disliked took their shoes off. She must have liked my buddy Bill because she never left a little gift in any of his shoes. Also, any time he woke up in the morning, she would always be on the pillow next to his head. She never let him pet her...and she basically just tolerated him. It was like she was saying that she'd let him sleep in her bed but he'd have to share it with her. There was a time close to when we were getting ready to lose her and I went up to the bedroom and found her non-responsive. I actually remembered, while taking CPR at
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