Yes, really. The 2 snootiest, uppity, finicky pair of Siamese you’ll ever meet did me a huge favor.
They wake me every morning at the ass-crack of dawn. For their precious breakfast. I’ve said it before, there’s nothing more revolting than the smell of kitty pate first thing in the morning. Yuk!
At 4:30 this morning I was dreaming of a Merle Haggard song (I know, weird) and I felt something wet on my forehead. I opened one eye and was looking into a large blue eye. I opened my other eye and I saw a cat butt. Tail high. Oh, crap! One of them peed on me. No, no…Bear my male was licking my forehead. Meeko was marching allover the bed. They sleep in their beds. Never with me. I’m too gross I guess. Plus 2 dogs are in the bed. Mr.Wrekker was home so he was there too. They really NEVER get close to him. I sat up and was immediately dizzy. Got my glucose monitor and I was dangerously low. I poked Mr.Wrekker and he grumbled. I made the 4 steps to my bathroom. Sat on the floor and got my glucose rescue kit. It was a few hairy moments but I got it in me. By this time my DIL had recieved the alarm and was calling.
The whole time the cats sat in the door of the bathroom watching me. They knew they did something. Not sure if they cared beyond breakfast being late. I’ve told y’all they’re evil brats most of the time. Today they are sweet, beautiful, brilliant good, good, good Felines!!
Good kitties!
Yay kitties!
Time for a cattle prod for the Mr.
Oh, he got up. He’s basically useless for these kinda things. He did bring me a cup of orange juice.
It seems possible that you’ve actually got a diabetic alert cat.
Googling that phrase will bring up a batch of similar stories. Here’s a couple:
I wasn’t able to figure out whether there have been serious research studies on this.
I went in to urgent care and was telling the Doctor about it. He was impressed, but also told me not to count on it.
I kinda feel scared that these 2 cats know how to kill me now. Aacckk!
OMG, Bear licks my eyelids all the time.
If he licks your eyelids all the time, then that’s probably not an alert signal. I think the point in that story was that that particular other cat doesn’t otherwise do that.
If yours wake you in just the same fashion every morning, then I expect it’s coincidence; but if as your OP seems to indicate they were doing so in an unusual fashion, then it might be alerting behavior. I agree that you shouldn’t count on it; especially without a lot of other evidence. But I would check your sugar if they’re trying again to get your attention in an unusual fashion.
They wake me up every morning by howling a chorus or three of ‘Kitty cats are Hungry’ at increasing volumes til I get up. Rarely have they gotten on the bed. Getting kisses on the forehead was very different. If Bear is sitting next to me and I close my eyes he licks my eyelids. If I continue to keep my eyes shut he’ll put his paw on my eye lid. I’m waiting on the day he extends that claw into my eye. It’s gonna happen.
What thorny locust said; some dogs can sense when owner’s blood sugar is low, and you might have gotten a cat who does that now, too.
He is a genius among cats. He uses the actual toilet, he bumps my fist with his head. If I point a finger at him he sits and puts one paw up. Recently I taught him to stick his tongue out on cue. Well, taught is subjective.
He showed me he could do it when asked.
Meeko is probably smarter, she’s the more skittish of the 2. No tricks from her.
Oh, I forgot one skill he has, he knows just how to get on my last nerve!
Good cats! I’m glad that you’re OK>
Band name!
If there were an Ivy League for cats, yours would get in–and without bribes. It sure sounds to me like they knew something was up.
When you had the Very Close Call, the one where dropzone (I think) saved your life, how did the kitties act?
When I’ve had low blood sugar, my cats have been totally indifferent.
They were antsy, if I remember. When the ‘worlds MOST bossy’ DIL got there that morning she reports they were pacing at the french doors while she was unlocking to get in. So I think that was what tuned them into the idea there might be a problem with me. Or they were hungry. Who knows?
I imagine this would be very difficult to study scientifically. To study it properly you’d have to purposely let someone’s blood sugar get dangerously low and see how the cats react, and that would never get past a university ethics board. If you eliminated the human subjects and used diabetic lab mice, well I’m sure the result of putting lab mice and cats together wouldn’t be pretty. I guess maybe you could use something like a diabetic chimpanzee, but first it would have to be trained to get along with cats.
I’m convinced your cunning cats detected your low blood sugar:
You say your cats don’t normally climb up on the bed, but they do have olfactory powers 14 times as great as humans do. OK, you can’t count on them, but since Mr. Wrekker’s smeller isn’t quite stellar, they may be the best auxiliary to your device.
I got awakened in the normal way this morning. Howling Siamese cats can wake the dead.
My glucose is at a manageable number, It appears I will have a good day.
I bet I know which one.
I was looking back through my messages on my IPad it seems I was talking to a particular Doper during the whole rescue scene yesterday morning. I think I may have scared them to death. But, seriously they helped me. I want to offer them a ‘thank-you’, you know who you are, {{{hugs}}}
Had another low glucose event. I got up really early on accident. Believe me, I try to lay my lazy ass in bed as much as possible. I went downstairs and was sitting in my chair drinking a bottle of water. The cat’s came and sat by me. It was weird because they are usually having fits for food first thing. Bear was purring really loud and blinking at me. Meeko was kneading on my thigh.(Very painful, btw). I stood up and was dizzy. I knew my glucose was low. I didn’t alarm or have to inject glucose, though. I was able to stall it by eating and drinking juice.
These cat’s are becoming worth the insane amount of money I paid for them. (Shhh! That’s a secret).