My poor baby. Monday, I thought things were going to be business as usual… I got up in the morning around the usual time, puttered around the apartment, and then went to get in the shower to start getting ready for work. While I was in the bathroom putzing around though, I noticed Pudge jumped in and out of the litterbox a couple of times. So instead of getting in the shower, I sat down and watched him for awhile. He was in and back out of the litterbox 7-8 times in less than 10 minutes, obviously trying to pee, but only succeeding in getting a few drops out each time. I don’t know a lot about kitty bladders, but I’ve read enough to know that male cats especially can get urinary blockages and they can be fatal. Suddenly, instead of getting ready for work, I was throwing a hat on my dirty hair and shoving my (snarling and ungrateful) cat into a carrier to go to the vet.
Side bar: It’s a good thing that I work for a 911 dispatch center… my coworkers are trained and skilled at deciphering people who are having emergencies. When my coworker picked up the phone and asked what I needed, I burst into tears. When I finally managed to tell her what was up, and she asked me if I needed to take half of the shift off or the whole thing, my answer was, “I dooon’t knoooooooow…. *sniffle*” Heh. Needless to say, I’m much better at handling someone ELSE’s crisis than my own.
Anyway, so off to the vet we went. The picture you see above is one I took while sitting in the waiting room, waiting for our turn to be seen. He was curled up in a tiny little ball and looked so pathetic. Just breaking his mama’s heart.
The vet did a scan looking for crystals in his bladder, and luckily that came back clear. While he was back there, Pudge expressed his displeasure in being manhandled by peeing all over, so thankfully not completely blocked either. Unfortunately, his urine was pretty much all blood. So he got an antibiotic shot, and we get to go back to the vet in two weeks to get another one. Poor guy, he just looks so miserable!
And on top of that, his sister is being a jerk… hissing and growling at him ever since we got home because he smells different from the vet and medicine. If she keeps it up, she may earn herself a trip to the vet in 2 weeks for moral support so that she smells all icky too! In the meantime, I’m looking forward to my days off this week so I can stay home and
force my love on keep an eye on my boy.