the Cat and Colloidal Silver
By Luella May
It is amazing how we can wake up on a given morning and
take for granted that it will be just another day.
Little do we know that part of our life is about to
change. It might not be an overwhelming change, although
sometimes just a small inconvenient change can turn out
to be a thorn in one's side.
It all started about three weeks ago when I went on my
routine weekly visit to a rest home. As I was in the
midst of my bible study, the nurses rolled in a very
unhappy Miss Linda. The nurses had forced her to take a
bath and come out of her room. Miss Linda had fallen out
of her bed within the week and hurt her back. Although I
have heard of an ensuing depression after an elderly
person breaks a hip, I have not heard of this happening
from just hurting one's back. However, Miss Linda has
lost her will to do anything, including eat. This
presented a problem with regard to her pet, Precious the
cat. She had also stopped feeding and caring for
Precious. The nurses all seemed to have great disdain
for this cat. Nobody would volunteer to feed or change
the litter box until Linda recovered.
After my meeting, I went to talk with a very unhappy
Linda. All she wanted to do was go back to bed. Lunch
time was approaching, so I stayed and had lunch with
her, hoping to generate a bit of enthusiasm. I pretty
much had to feed her as I would a very small child.
While there, one of the staff came up to inform Linda
that they would have to find another place for the cat.
Linda agreed. Knowing that the "other place" for the cat
would be the local pound, sight unseen, I offered to
take care of Precious until she got better. Very much
hoping that she would get better. I informed Linda and
the Staff that I would be back the next day with the cat
Around noon, I showed up to pick up the cat. Miss Linda
hadn't eaten, so I talked her into letting the nurse
bathe her and then we had lunch together, sort of. I fed
her as much as I could. She immediately wanted to take a
nap, so we went back. Precious was huddled in the
closet. We talked a bit, and then I proceeded to
convince Precious to come home with me. Two hours later,
I was still chasing Precious throughout the room. At one
point I had picked her up. However, she managed to free
herself from my arms and bolt under the bed. I was
crawling in closets, crawling under the bed, trying to
convince Precious that I was really her friend. Food
didn't even work. I made a little trail of food leading
to me. Nope, she knew that was a trap. Two hours later
she let me pet her. I could just reach her under the
bed. When she least expected it I picked her up and this
time held her tightly while petting and cooing to her. I
asked Linda to call a nurse to help me put Precious in
After a little while, a nurse came in and asked Linda
what she wanted. I requested that she help me put
Precious in the carrier so that I could take her home.
Horrified she looked at me and said that she was afraid
of that cat. I asked her if she could get me a nurse
that was not afraid.
A little while later, another nurse entered and said
"Cover up Linda, I have James with me." One would
naturally assume that James would be a handy-man that
would help me in what might be a difficult endeavor. I
turned around and there was James the resident with his
girlfriend who has Parkinson's. She kindly offered to
hold the cat, but I declined, thinking of how to proceed
with a "Plan B." I then proceeded with the only idea
that would work. I asked James to take the carrier and
put it on the floor with the back to the floor and the
door on top. I had James hold it while I dropped
Precious in and quickly slammed the door behind her.
whew. Job done.
The trip home was uneventful and I put her on the front
seat next to me and talked to her all the way. Once
home, I put the carrier on the floor and opened the door
putting some water and food right outside. After a few
hours, she merely bolted for under my bed. And stayed
there for two days. On the third day, she was in my
closet, huddled in the corner as she had been in Miss
Linda's closet. As I approached her she bolted back
under the bed for another day. The next time I saw her
in the closet, I quickly picked her up and decided that
Precious could stay in the guest room with water, food,
and kitty litter facilities. For two weeks I would go
into the room to talk to and pet Precious, and for two
weeks she tried her best to avoid me. However, things
got better. Little by little she let me pet her and on
that fateful day, she was actually being affectionate
and purring. I picked her up, and this time she half way
enjoyed the attention. She wasn't just hanging there in
a "let me down" position. However, the small
inconvenience that would affect my life was about to
I became brave and thought that maybe she could now have
access to the entire house. At this point, my friend Amy
knocked on my door to return a dish. I told her what I
was up to and Amy, who is much wiser than I, sizing up
the situation, suggested that I might want to put her
back in the room and maybe leave the door open and leave
the decision up to Precious. I would have followed her
advice, but then an unforeseen circumstance took place.
Misty, my faithful dog, best friend, and companion, came
up and started to sniff at and welcome Precious. Why I
thought that dog and cat would be friends and live
happily ever after, I will never know. But, I took
Precious and introduced her to Misty. "Look Precious,
here's Misty." The rest is really just a blur. I heard a
gosh awful hiss and as Precious broke from my hold and
literally climbed up my legs and body to bolt to the
bathroom, she seriously and frantically bit my shoulder.
Three of her teeth broke the skin and went deep into my
shoulder. The only curious thing that I still wonder
about is that none of the bites ever bled. Amy was
standing there horrified. As she tried to help me I
yelled, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" At this point, Amy herself
started yelling a bit hysterically, "RABIES! RABIES!
I'VE GOT TO TAKE YOU TO THE DOCTOR!" Those words
immediately sobered me and I came back to reality. I did
my best to calm Amy down. Uh, no. Not the doctor. I have
colloidal silver. After a while of convincing her that I
would be fine and that I would not go to the doctor, Amy
left, convinced that I was about to die.
I got the colloidal silver and took one tablespoon,
thinking that I would up my dose and take three
tablespoons a day.
The three bites became swollen and painful in a short
time. When I spoke to Tony he said . . .
"Tablespoons!!!!!!!!!! Drink one entire bottle NOW! and
half a bottle each day after. " So I did.
Next day my shoulder looked like a baseball and there
was quite a lot of pain involved. And no, Amy did not
see it. I made sure of that. I continued the required
dosage of colloidal silver.
A couple of days later, a friend from CureZone
instructed me on a poultice to put on it, to which Tony
agreed. As I read these posts quite late at night, my
intention was to go out first thing in the morning.
However, the next morning I woke up to a marvelous
surprise. The swelling was much, much better and not at
all as painful as it had been. So.... I decided not to
go out and get the poultice ingredients because I felt
so good and also it was pouring outside. The nearest
health store is twenty miles away. I also decided that I
was totally healed and took it upon myself to stop
drinking the half bottles of colloidal silver and went
back to my one tablespoon a day.
Two days later which is this morning, I woke up in quite
a bit of pain and upon examining my bites, one has
healed, but two were now swelling again. So I began the
colloidal silver regimen again and soon all was well.
The moral of this entire story: The bite was very bad
and I should not have stopped quite so soon. Taking into
consideration the swelling, anyone depending on
mainstream medicine would have had to go to the doctor
for antibiotics and I don't know what else. I don't know
if they would have talked me into the rabies shots just
to be safe, as I do not know this cat's history. For
sure I would have been given a tetanus shot. Yet, I know
the quality of the Utopia Silver Products. Colloidal
silver will kill all bacteria. In fact, it has been
known to cure rabies. I am sure that the fact that I had
been taking Colloidal Silver regularly also helped.
This was a most unusual circumstance. However, the
dangers out your front door are very real. The yearly
winter flu that always comes around, the stomach flu,
infections, pneumonia, the list goes on. Actually,
Colloidal Silver will also cure Lyme Disease. Taking
Colloidal Silver on a regular basis will protect you
from these illnesses, and heaven forbid should something
unforeseen happen, Colloidal Silver is the answer. I
will tell you that Utopia Silver's Silver saved me from
an even more pronounced infection and I was healed in
just a couple of days. Be prepared, start your regimen
now. Go to Utopia Silver and get yours.
Now, for my next problem. I still have Precious. And
Precious is huddled in a corner by the headboard most of
the time now. I do see evidence that she is eating,
drinking water and using the facilities. But I am not so
sure if she will ever get get along with Misty and
Maggie my manx. perhaps she too needs colloidal
silver - after all, it has been wonderful for many, many
people's pets for helping with everything from parvo to
fatty tumors to colds and infections, external scrapes
and much more.
Or maybe I could
practice some EFT for cats?
(Note: since this was originally written,
a good home was indeed found for Precious).