So. My cat has gone pretty much completely deaf. She can hear a shrill whistle, but that's about it. It happened while we were in Tasmania I think. There was something not right when I collected her from the cattery. Normally she is beautifully groomed as she has nothing better to do with her time than bathe herself.
She was scruffy & had lost weight; she was skittish, but that is fairly normal. She woke us up every hour on the hour I think the first night home; this reduced over the next couple of nights as it normally would, but she was still skittish. By Wednesday it dawned on me that she must either not be able to see or hear properly, so did a test with the vacuum cleaner. She usually hates it. I had it right up to her face. with no sign of her moving whatsoever.
Then we snuck up on her while she was sleeping & did a few loud claps over her head - no response, tried calling her & making other noises. The only thing that got a response was if she could feel the vibration of us coming or a shrill whistle.
Took her to see the vet who confirmed her deafness & said its is quite common in older cats. The main thing is to make sure she doesn't go outside as she could get a fright from something & bolt on to the road then get run over not hearing a car come.
She's not been brave enough to venture out much anyway since, & usually only when I'm with her (although she has managed to nick out on Plumbing Boy twice - I found her waiting for me hiding by the roller door when arriving home!). I've moved her pillow in the office so she can see me all the time. And now that we all know what the problem is, we're making the effort not to sneak up on her unexpectedly & give her a fright.
Despite my initial sadness for her, she seems to be coping quite well & is actually friendlier if anything, enjoying more snuggles. She seems to have decided its nicer to sleep ON me than the end of the bed & every second night will wake me up by climbing onto my chest or belly wanting a rub before settling down & going back to sleep. Bless. My bladder isn't that happy about it though!!
Other than that, Dr Murray was pretty happy with the scruffy bizta he first met 15ish years ago after Plumbing Boy rescued her from an industrial work site where she was about to have her neck wrung. I recon she's got a few good years left in her yet thank goodness!!!!!!!!!!! Love that little furball!!!!!!