My 365 Project: Hercules

Day 1: August 29. Friday
Day 1 of Project365. I’m ready for my close up!  #hercmycat #project365 #365daysofhercules #cats #cat #catsofinstagram #catsig #catsagram #aug29 #friday



Today I’ve decided to take on a 365 Project of my cat Hercules on Instagram. It’s been at the back of my mind since he was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease in June. Herc is a 4th generation pet, and there’s always been at least one from his lineage in our family for almost three decades. Herc is the last of his line. I wanted to do something that would capture how he is NOW, but this is a big commitment for someone as lazy as me. (-___-)

Given the  statement above, I suspect I will more often use my mobile phone to take photos (like this one below) rather than do to the trouble of digging my DSLR out from its comfy dry box.



8/31 Update:

Day 2: August 30. Saturday
Herc’s paw. #project365 #365project #hercmycat #365daysofhercules #cats #catsofinstagrams #catsig #catstagram




Caption this!



Typhoons are frequent visitors to the Philippines. We get an average of about 20 typhoons a year. (We’re not called “a welcome mat for typhoons” for nothing.) Typhoon Glenda (International name Rammasun) churned through Metro Manila this morning. It is the first Category-3 typhoon after last year’s destructive Category-5 super typhoon Yolanda (International name Haiyan). This one passed through Metro Manila directly.

In the early morning I woke up to the sound of howling winds, windows banging, flower pots and glass breaking, and things literally flying. Our house was dark. Power went out in the middle of the night, I learned.

Well, there was one good thing that happened. This little guy was rescued by my dad when he flew in our window seeking shelter at the height of the typhoon’s rampage.


Poor little guy was wet and shivering.


Herc got over excited thinking it was a new toy that could fly without any strings XDD, so we had to put this little guy under our protective custody  in a makeshift cage, put some some food & water inside and placed it out of Herc’s reach. After the typhoon abated, we waited awhile just to make sure it’s safe outside, and then set him free.

Power outtage, 2 broken windows, and rescuing this little guy… I think we did pretty well. ^_^




Herc’s disappointed face when we set the little bird free made me think about this photo I took a few months back. So I had a little fun with it.

This is the original photo:


Look at that face. He’s not happy, that’s for sure.


What Herc’s probably thinking:


You’re plotting against me now, aren’t you?

Herc, My Cat

This is Hercules, my cat.

He’s a 4th generation pet in our family, born and raised in our house. He is now 13 years old, and has recently been diagnosed with chronic kidney disease (or Chronic Renal Disease – CRD). Needless to say, I cry every time I look at him and he looks back with those soulful, almond-shaped green eyes.


His liver and heart are not in good shape either, so every morning before I go to work, I give him his meds (which he hates), during which he protests a lot and I get some scratches in return. -_- He seems to calm down a little when I sing, or maybe he’s just scared of what must seem like awful moaning to him. XD Afterwards I give him a rubdown and a hug, and stroke his cheeks (which he absolutely loves), and we do this all over again after I get home from work at night. These are lifetime maintenance meds, so he’ll have to get used to them.



Herc is half Maine Coon, which I learned is one of the breed of cats predisposed to developing chronic kidney disease. He has lost some weight since he got sick. He’s on wet prescription diet now, no dry kibbles anymore (sorry, big guy). He drinks very little water though, and mule-headed as he is, I could never cajole him to drink more. Good thing he has regained his appetite and energy somewhat in the last 2 days (thank God!), but now I have to cut his playtime short and hide his toys because he mustn’t get tired.




Just the other day, he slept on my chest while I was watching TV. Feeling his breathing vibrating though his body I started to cry. His ears perked up and he lifted his head. Somehow he sensed something was wrong, and he started sniffing at my face. There’s an article recently about how tears from different emotions are also structurally different under the microscope. As soon as he got a whiff of my tears he got a weird expression on his face that I almost laughed. And then he butted his head under my chin. I don’t think he was comforting me. I get the feeling he was telling me, “Don’t be such a baby!” XDD





I read that with proper care and diet, cats with kidney disease can live up to 2-3 years longer. My Herc is strong, stubborn and resilient. Sentient beings that cats are, he’s also very smart and intelligent. He’s been with me through some of the worst times of my life. Maybe, just maybe, we can get through this together. 😦