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My neighbour’s cat

Moving into a rental property while we were looking for a new house to buy, I found in the backyard what I believed to be a very sick stray cat. Its coat was all matted; it walked with a limp and was incredibly thin and frail.

Feeling sorry for the cat, I looked for a tag in the hope that I would be able to return it to its owner. While looking, I found it had open and weeping sores on its body. I treated the animal as kindly as I could and offered it some food — the cat ate all that it was offered voraciously.

We already had enough cats, so keeping it and nursing it back to health was out of the question. Deep down, I realised that I would have to take it down to the local shelter, as it was just too cruel to keep letting it suffer so.

I retrieved my cat cage and put the poor animal inside and drove down to our local animal shelter, knowing that it was unlikely that anyone else would take on such a sick animal.

A month later we received our neighbour’s mail so I went next door and knocked on their door to pass on the mail. The neighbour thanked me and informed me that she was quite upset because her cat had gone missing and asked if we had seen it. She went on to inform me that her cat was so old its coat was permanently matted and it walked with a limp. As she continued to describe what her cat looked like, I was quite horrified and ashamed to realise what I had done.

Knowing that it was too late to do anything about retrieving her cat, I replied that we hadn’t noticed it, expressed concern and hope that she would find her cat soon, and advised her to check with the local animal shelter just in case.

I then left as quickly as I could and went home, sick with dread over my actions, which I had thought to be the correct actions at the time. We moved a few weeks later into our new house and we never saw our neighbour again.

I made a point never to help any stray animals again.

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Golden retriever troubles

Question:

How can we stop our four-year-old female golden retriever from “mounting” people when they come over? We have had her desexed but this has done little to solve the problem. Help!

Deb, via e-mail.

Answer:

Usually mounting behaviour is not sexual but dominant in nature, especially in a desexed female dog. She is trying to tell your guests that she is higher up in the pecking order than they are. Usually dominant dogs are pushy for attention, may resist being moved (eg, from furniture) and will be obedient for some members of the family and not others.

If there are no other problems such as aggression, you can just concentrate on training her out of this embarrassing habit. Have her on a lead when visitors come and work on her obedience so that you can ask her to sit as they approach. Give her a treat and praise when she sits and ignore any attempts to mount or jump (she will be under control on a lead).

Teaching her to drop is even better as she can’t drop and mount at the same time, but also because these are submissive behaviours — she is submitting to you. She needs to be reminded that as a dog her place is the bottom of the pecking order. She will accept this and realise that behaving appropriately gets her far more pleasant things — dogs are very quick to learn what works best for them!

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Reality TV for cats

Question:

Hi Dr Julie,

It’s my cat’s 10th birthday soon. I remember you mentioning a DVD called “A Walk on the Wild Side”. Can you please tell me where I can buy this as my cat loved the preview we saw and would like to see the full movie. Thanking you in advance!

Chelsi, via e-mail.

Answer:

You are correct: the DVD is “reality TV” for cats and is called “A Walk on the Wild Side”. It features critters such as fish, birds and crickets up close, with realistic sounds to get cats interested. It is available online at www.catsizeentertainment.com or at pet stores and vets.

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I had my kids’ father thrown in prison

Rob and I married in 1994 and were happy raising our three daughters. But a few years ago Rob began to change. He bought a motorbike, shaved his head, covered himself in tattoos and started to hang around with a mob of rough bikies. I knew he was smoking marijuana but as he never did it in front of the girls it wasn’t a major concern.

Then, last year, all our lives changed. Rob got behind with our rent and we were evicted. He started to abuse me and the girls. We moved to a farmhouse 15 kilometres out of town and from then on his mates came over every Friday night. They’d spend the entire weekend drinking and taking drugs in the shed, and they rode in and out at all hours of the night and day.

I asked Rob what was going on and he told me they were using and selling heroin and cocaine, then he grabbed me around the throat and warned me to shut my mouth. I knew I had to get the girls away. I was also pregnant again, but I hadn’t told Rob. I’d been waiting for the right time.

A few days later he seemed in a good mood, so I told him. Thank God the two eldest children were at school and the little one was asleep because Rob went absolutely wild. He accused me of having an affair, then he hit me so hard in the stomach I could hardly breathe.

That night I lost the baby and he even made me drive myself to the hospital.

Finally I rang my sister Teresa in South Australia and told her everything, and she promised to help. Her husband John is a policeman, and we hatched a plan to catch Rob in the shed at the weekend.

Now all I had to do was get the girls and myself away from the farm the next Friday.

Rob always told me he’d never let me leave him because I knew too much but I begged him to let me take the girls to his mother’s place, 175km away, for the weekend.

On the Thursday night he agreed to let us go. I rang John to let him know I’d be away for the weekend and everything was set to go. At last it looked as though I was going to get out of the hell I was trapped in.

On Saturday morning I got a call informing me that Rob and six of his friends were at the police station. The drug squad had raided our place and found drugs with a street value of $20,000, plus $15,000 worth of cash and stolen goods. This was a much bigger load than even I knew about.

Rob and his mates are now locked away. The girls and I are living with his mother until I save enough to move to another state. Rob’s mother didn’t know what he was up to and, naturally, she’s very distressed, but I’m happier now than I have been for years, and she’ll never know I was the one responsible for her son being thrown in jail.

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Quit now

Quit now

By Annette Campbell

The new year always comes loaded with hopeful resolutions but many don’t actually make it into action. Right at the top of many lists is the declaration: “I’m going to quit smoking!”

No one knows the reality of how hard it is to quit more than Sydneysider Michelle Stanger. But now that she’s succeeded, Michelle also knows first-hand how great it feels.

“I feel like a different person,” says Michelle, 42, a part-time administration manager and mother of nine-month-old son, Jack.

“I haven’t had a cigarette now for five-and-a-half years, and that was from having smoked a packet or more every day. I definitely feel so much better. I don’t have that continuous cough and wheeze, or the horrible taste in my mouth. And when I wake up in the morning I’m not exhausted.

“I will never go back — especially now that I have a baby, because I don’t want smoke around him.”

Michelle says she’d been smoking on and off, “forever”. She started at 13, quit at 19, started again at 21, and then smoked at least a packet a day until her last cigarette ever … on July 25, 1999.

“That was the day I went to a health retreat,” she explains. “I was actually going there to lose weight but I thought if I gave up smoking as well it’d be an added benefit.

“They say withdrawal symptoms usually occur on the second or third day but for me it was day four. I was a basket case! I had more of a psychological reaction and was quite distressed and miserable. I cried and slept alternately for the next 18 hours and when I woke on the morning of day five, I actually felt much better. By the end of that day I felt fantastic!

“Since then it’s been quite manageable. I still have cravings, especially during social or stressful situations. But every day it gets easier.

“One thing that’s made me stick to it is mentally rewarding myself for every day or week or month or year I haven’t smoked. Just thinking ‘well done, fantastic!’ The fear of failure also helps — who wants to go backwards?”

So you’ve made that new year’s resolution to quit smoking?

Quit Victoria has made planning your attempt easy by developing the New Year Quit Pack. It’s free and available by calling the Quitline on 131 848 or visiting their website, www.quit.org.au

“It’s full of tips and resources to help smokers cope with the tough times they might face when quitting in the holiday season,” says Quit’s executive director, Todd Harper.

“Keeping with the festive spirit, the New Year Quit Pack includes a lift-the-flap planner in the tradition of an advent calendar. The planner covers the countdown to your quit day and the weeks following. Each flap gives you information on why you are ready to quit and how to go about quitting.”

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My girlfriend’s cat

I met my girlfriend two years ago while holidaying in Bali. We connected immediately and I found myself spending most of my time with her. When my two weeks were up I found it difficult to leave and I knew I wanted to see Beth again, and she felt the same.

When I got back to Australia I contacted Beth and we met up for coffee. She lived one and a half hours away, but it was worth the drive. We started seeing more of each other and officially became a couple. Six months ago we decided it was time to live together. I packed up my “bachelor pad” and moved into my girlfriend’s house.

For the first four weeks it was fantastic; I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. However, the next few weeks turned the tables. Beth owned a cat she had had for six years – her Grandmother, who is now no longer with us, gave it to her for her 21st birthday. At first the cat, “Madge” wasn’t an issue, until the Madge started to become possessive.

Every time I got close to Beth the cat would attack me. At first it was OK, until one Saturday afternoon I sat down next to Beth and Madge leapt across the room and clawed at my face. Out of self-defence, I pushed the cat away. Beth defended Madge, yelling at me as she walked out the door, accusing me of never liking the cat.

Not wanting to have an argument with my girlfriend, I thought I’d try and make it up to her by cooking us dinner. While in the kitchen I saw a mouse run across the pantry floor and under the fridge. I put a few mousetraps around the kitchen to kill the vermin. Forgetting about Madge, I carelessly put a trap where Madge could reach it.

The next thing I know, I heard the trap go off and Madge screeching. My heart jumped to my throat and I knew something was horribly wrong. When I looked, there was Madge with her paw hanging limply from the mousetrap. I took Madge straight to the vet where they had to amputate her paw. I took Madge home and explained to Beth what had happened, leaving out that it was I who laid the traps, blaming it on one of the neighbours. I feel awful about what happened and could never tell Beth the truth.

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Scaredy-cat

Question:

I have a cat and a dog, and the dog always chases the cat. We’ve heard all these things about the cat “taking a swipe at the dog,” but our cat seems to be too afraid to do anything. My mom wants to give the cat to her friend because she (the cat) is too afraid of the dog to even come in the living room, but I was wondering if there’s anything we can do to make the cat less afraid of the dog, and teach the dog not to chase the cat?

Pearl, via e-mail.

Answer:

Most often cats of the house are in charge. I know my Golden Retriever is terrified of my cat Scooter, so this is not a problem. Your cat, however, is obviously frightened of the dog so you definitely need to step in.

The cat needs to feel secure in her home, so give her a cubby or hidey-hole somewhere up high that she can get away to relax. You need to give them separate parts of the house or keep the dog out and cat in. The dog should be on a lead whenever around the cat and needs training to break this chasing habit. Teach the dog to sit and reward with food treats for behaving calmly. He needs to associate calm behaviour with good things, and being sin-binned or having privileges taken away when he reacts to the cat. You can try squirting with water or making a loud noise but this is likely to scare the cat, so he needs to be under control on a lead.

You will probably need the help of a trainer or behaviourist. Slowly you can desensitize the dog not to react to the cat. It will take time and patience (and consistency) on your part and if you can’t manage this, the cat may have a happier life living elsewhere!

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Nails

Question:

As a child I constantly bit my nails. Now when I try to grow them they constantly break at a certain length. Is there a way to make my nails healthy?

Katie, via e-mail.

Answer:

The best advice I can give you is to massage cuticle oil into your nail bed on a daily basis and wear a clear nail hardener. Keep nails a manageable length until they are stronger. The best shape is a rounded oval shape.

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My bittersweet night

I was 21 years old and a happy young woman. I had a dream job at a television station and great friends and family. I had previously had several boyfriends and flings, but nothing that was serious and that was the way I liked it.

However, one night I was at the pub with some friends from work when across the room I saw the most gorgeous guy; he was tanned, fair-haired and had the most beautiful blue-green eyes I had ever seen. But one of my friends, Sam, saw him first and was already walking over to him. His name was Matt and they ended up together that night as I knew they would and I thought that would be the last of it.

Three weeks later she was still with Matt and happier than ever and, the next thing I knew, I was being set up with his brother Jake. We went to dinner but all night all I could think of was how great Matt and I would be together — he was hilarious at times and at others he would talk so intensely about something, and his blue green eyes would sparkle. But I told myself he was Sam’s man and there was nothing I could do about it. So I settled for Jake, he was as close as I could get to Matt.

The four of us soon became inseparable. We would always be heading off to clubs and dinners together. I knew I didn’t feel the same way about Jake as I did for his brother. I tried to see the good in him. He was sweet and kind and I tried to tell myself that was good enough. But it didn’t work. I was falling deeper in love with Matt. Every now and then I would see him looking at me and I almost thought he felt the same, but I assured myself it was just my imagination. I’m not one for false hope.

After some time, the four of us planned a trip away together. I was ready for a relaxing time and so was Matt, but Jake and Sam wanted to go on some sort of adventure trail, which would mean they would have to stay at a cabin all night. I made some joke about the two of them behaving, but I was more worried about being alone with Matt all day and night. In all the time I had been in love with him, I had rarely spent longer than half an hour alone with him.

I was nervous, but told myself it didn’t matter as Matt was devoted to Sam. We decided to head for the outdoor spa. It sounds foolish I know, but I was possibly hoping for the inevitable. There were no other guests there and we took some champagne and strawberries out — strawberries Matt said he was saving for him and Sam.

We had a bottle and a half between us and couldn’t stop giggling. Somehow we got on the topic of Sam and I made a comment about them getting married. There was no more giggling. Matt turned serious and said, “I could never marry her”. That shocked me, and he could see it in my face. He said, “I am in love with someone else.” I asked who, and he leaned forward and kissed me. Although I was tipsy, the moment became clear and I’ll remember the feeling for the rest of my life.

Matt explained that at first he did love Sam, but after spending so much time with the four of us his feelings for me grew and he realised it was me he wanted. He thought Jake and I were happy and didn’t want to spoil it, just as I didn’t with him and Sam. I couldn’t stop it. It was what I always wanted. We went back to the room and made love all night. I didn’t feel guilty, though I probably should have. I knew it would hurt Jake if he found out, but I gave into lust and loved every minute of it.

That morning we discussed what we would do about Jake and Sam. We decided we had to break up with them but we would have to wait a while before we started things up officially as they would be very hurt by it.

Sam and Jake came home in the afternoon and I thought it would be so hard to keep it from them; we acted as normal as possible. Sam had a strange look on her face and I thought for sure she had figured it out. I avoided her for a while but she eventually cornered me in the kitchen. I braced myself and she just blurted out, “I think I’m pregnant.” I couldn’t help it, I burst into tears. Sam thought I was happy for her, I pretended I was. I needed time to think. When she told Matt at dinner the next night I saw it in his eyes; we both felt the same sadness at our untimely separation. I knew then we could never be together.

Three months later Sam and Matt were married. I broke it off with Jake soon after the announcement; I couldn’t really explain why, and I think he has yet to get over it. I was offered a job at a TV station in another state. I accepted because I couldn’t bear to be around Matt anymore.

Sam begged me to return, she wanted me to be a part of everything, but I couldn’t. I don’t know how happy their marriage is. I ruined things for her and Matt, and I ruined things for Sam and myself. I lost a best friend and the love of my life in one rash moment. Of course I think about the night Matt and I shared, but I have to put it behind me. If not for Sam and Matt, then for my goddaughter.

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