He was a blue shorthair named Marty (after Marty McFly), and he took over the world. I have a Nyan Cat scarf, a T-shirt, and a very awesome camera strap featuring everyone’s favourite Pop-Tart rainbow cat
If you’ve been following my blog at all, you know FIP is my sworn enemy. It’s an evil, evil genetic disease that has no test, no vaccine, and no cure. There’s no way to really know if a cat has the “FIP gene” until they get sick. Very, very few cats survive FIP.
Jacoby’s half-brother, Gun-Hee, my first Aby, died from FIP before he was 2 years old. He was fine on June 1, looked a little peaked on June 10, went to the vet on June 20…and died on June 28. Researchers still don’t know a lot about FIP, except that it is caused by a mutation, not spread by air or shed in feces. I know it’s genetic because when Gun-Hee got sick, the cats he lived with (Kylie, age 3; Tessie, age 5; and Patrick, age 14) didn’t get so much as a sniffle…but his littermate-brother, Rusty, 1,000 miles away in New Brunswick, got sick with FIP within days of Gun-Hee. They hadn’t seen each other since they were 3 months old, but they both got the same disease in the same week.
Jake and Gun-Hee have the same father, Scar, but different mothers. Gun-Hee’s mother, Amber, had kittens with other fathers, and Scar had kittens with other mothers, but Gun-Hee and Rusty’s litter was the only one between Scar and Amber. No other kittens of Pellburn have gotten FIP.
And now Marty, aka Nyan Cat, has joined StarClan. Of course, he already has his own stars…and a rainbow, too.