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I miss my little pest! - Update 5/13 He's Home!
Background - Boxer is the second-in-command in my feline herd of three. Second to be adopted, second in age, and the world's most needy cat. That boy will litterally nip me on the back of the leg if he feels I'm giving too much attention to something such as oh, let's say laundry or cooking dinner. And a phone call? Any attempts by mom to talk on the phone are sure to invite a mighty catterwalling in order to drown out mom's voice.
He is also the little guy who has been my chief neatness inspector. If I am dumb enough to let the mail pile up on the dining room table, or really really dumb enough to put anything important there, such as cruise tickets or mortgage paperwork, it will be peed on. As long as the table is kept free and clear for kitties to prance upon (even though they are not permitted!), we get along fine.
He is also the little fellow who was diagnosed with kidney failure two years ago (to the month!). This was before the big chinese-pet-food problem, and second-opinioned by a vet who did an ultrasound revealing that his kidneys are about half the size they should be. Bad genetics basically.
So, we've been on prescription diet for two years, and just eight days ago I had him in for his annual checkup. He had gained THREE pounds since six months ago, going from 12lbs to 15. And his BUN was 42, up from 36 last visit. Not great, but not severe danger yet. The vet said just keep doing what we've been doing, which so far has meant subcue fluids every few months (last given to him in January I think).
Yesterday I noticed he was jumping up on that danged dining room table again, where he knows he's not allowed. And then pestering me at the computer desk as well. He's normally allowed up there, but not when I'm working on projects, so yesterday was a shoo-the-cat-away day, and that happened several times.
This morning I sat to the computer to check my email, and he had to test me on whehter it was OK to come up on the desk yet, so I shooed him away two or three times. Then he came up again and turned his butt to me and did what looked like a peeing maneauver right on my keyboard. If you've ever seen a male cat "spray" then you know what I'm talking about - butt and tail all aquiver . . . I was very shocked and assumed he was just pi$$ed at me (pardon the choice of words, but I think it's appropriate here). So I really shooed him away that time!
Went into the shower, and as I was drying off I noticed him go into the litter box once and dig around, but no "action." Went up to the bedroom, and he followed me, and proceeded to "spray" my pillow! (Again nothing coming out.)
At that point, mom finally got the clue. Boy that critter sure is smart. I ran with him to the bathroom where the litter box is, and watched him for 15 minutes. He tried several times. I ran water from the faucet and he tried again. Clearly something was wrong. In fact, something was so wrong that he actually went WILLINGINGLY into the pet carrier. Just eight days ago, that was a tremendous struggle!
Got him to the vet an hour before they closed for the weekend. There's nothing so unnerving as having the carrier whisked from my hand, they take him beyond closed doors, and I hear screaming. Everyone in the waiting room was looking at me like what the **LL were they doing to your cat?!?
Sooooo . . . it was a blocked urethra, and they have him cathetered and hospitalized for the weekend. The vet commended me on bringing him in so quickly - said the bladder was not super-duper full yet, so I got it in plenty of time. He said most people don't notice until it's a lot further along. Again, smart kitty for letting me know!!!
Then I had to run off for a job interview which took pretty much all day. So I came home to two very hungry kitties who seem kind of out-of-sorts, wandering around the house. I didn't even get to comfort them for the past eight hours as they wonder where their buddy went.
What I hate the most is him not knowing what's going on. Clearly he trusted me by getting into that carrier so willingly. But it'll just be gut-wrenching to think of him all alone in the hospital tonight not knowing what's going on, and wondering why mom left him there.
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A little self-deprecating humor from time to time can be healthy. Just be cautious -- make sure it doesn't turn to self-defecating humor. --LadyM
Last edited by Lady_MCSE : 05-13-2008 at 01:13 PM.
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