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silentdeb
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I’ll go with that.I prefer to see it as good.![]()
What a go we’ve had the last few days, though … not with Cosmo.
About 6 weeks ago, Morris started piddling in inappropriate places - destroyed my computer monitor, a ton of computer books and the shelves they were on, and of course, there’s all the bedding and furniture and on and on … so he went to the vet’s at the time, was diagnosed as having urinary crystals, went on special food and antibiotics, and things were getting better.
The last week has been hideous, though - finding pee all OVER the place, sometimes 3 or 4 times a day. We blamed Morris, of course, and on December 23, I took him to be boarded at the vet’s for a couple of days - the vet thought it might sort of ‘break the urge’.
December 24, I think everything remained ‘dry’. Morris is still on a hunger strike at the vet’s.
December 25, Hobbes (who recently had 4 infected teeth pulled and his infected rump glands dealt with) comes downstairs and starts howling at the wall - and he normally doesn’t meow. He’s feverish. There’s a fresh piddle on the kitty beds. I whisk him off to the vet for tests, and bring Morris home - Hobbes stays the night. Morris is ecstatic to be home.
December 26: 2 piddled-up kitty beds greet us in the morning, and someone has peed all over the couch, the bench beside it, and the wall. We’ve hit the end of our rope - some days, we’re up doing laundry until 3am. So I go to the shelter we originally ‘fostered’ Morris from (and kept him, for 2 years), and ask what to do. The shelter lady tells me to give Morris to her - he’ll live in her house, not the shelter, and if she can’t cure his urge to pee outside the box, so be it - she’ll just clean up and move on. So, with buckets of remorse and tears, I deliver Morris to her that afternoon, and bring Hobbes home. We still don’t have his blood and urine results back yet, but his x-rays were fine.
Today: Mum goes out for a bit while I’m at work, and someone has a MASSIVE pee all over one of the foam footstools. (Hobbes always has tiny pees. Always.) This evening, everyone’s asleep, and Hobbes has been out cold in my bedroom for an hour when Otis comes slinking into my room, looking very guilty. Upstairs I go, and sure enough - a warm, fresh one all over the cat’s daybed and 2 kitty beds.
So off to the vet HE goes … and one of his kidneys is enlarged to five times its regular size, with something around it that could be a tumour. We’ll know for sure tomorrow, when the blood tests and urinalysis come back.
And meanwhile, poor unjustly-accused Morris is at the shelter, wondering what the heck he did wrong.
bangs head on desk
