Here in Klaskyville, we have two cats — Poppy, an 11-year-old 7-pound long-hair ginger tabby female (who runs the house) and Sam, a 4-year-old 12-pound short-hair black male (who is very, very sweet, which is fortunate, because he’s also very, very dumb. Just about a week ago, I was thinking to myself how wonderful it’s been to have two relatively-young cats in perfect health, without the anxiety and expense of veterinary catastrophes.
So you know what happened.
Late Friday afternoon, Sam came into my office to use the litter box. I noticed him arrive, as I was editing Chapter 5 of CATCHING HELL. About half an hour later, I realized he hadn’t left. Sure enough, he was sitting inside the covered litter box, looking out at me with a placid expression on his face.
Fast forward four hours, after the emergency vet visit (and the emergency phone call to my college roommate who is a vet 3000 miles away). Sam has *lots* of both bacteria and crystals in his urine — a bad combination for any cat, and a potentially deadly one for fixed males (who might end up with blocked urethras and subsequent catastrophic bladder damage.)
He was given a painkiller and a two-week slow-release antibiotic, and we’re administering muscle relaxants twice a day, to facilitate urination. I’ll spare you the litter box details — suffice to say he’s not out of the woods yet, but he isn’t blocked. (Yet. We hope that’s “ever”.)
He refuses to eat the special food that is supposed to help him, so we’re watering his usual food. We stayed home from a play on Saturday afternoon, so that we could monitor him, and I’m staying close to my office now to track his behavior. As with any animal-crisis, I wish I could explain to him what’s going on and have him explain to me precisely what he’s feeling.
(Poppy, who gets frantic when thing are out of the norm in any way, shape, or form, has been needy, but less so than I expected.)
So. A weekend of stress here. But I’m hoping Sam’s on the mend and will make a major turn for the better in the next day or so.
Sigh. I never should have thought about the joy of healthy cats…