Thursday, December 23, 2004 Here’s a little update. I caught Potter cleaning himself more than normally the past few days. Yesterday morning, I started him on amoxicillan. Last night, I saw him straining in the litter box. And I saw this again this morning. Brian pointed out some very bloody urine in his shower. I didn’t think that was from Potter and I started thinking about the other cats. Marco seems to have been cleaning himself, too, but it’s really hard to know for sure. Something I just have to watch closely.
Anyway, after seeing him this morning, I mentioned it to Brian and he said best to get Potter in to the vet today, so it wouldn’t be something we had to worry about over the weekend. I called and they could fit me in at ten this morning.
We go in and Potter cried like a baby the entire way over. And once there, we had a fairly short wait in the waiting room and then we went into the examining room. Potter weighed in at ten pounds, then we sat and waited for the vet. I put Potter back in the carrier and sat next to him. I put my elbow on his carrier, my head in my hand and closed my eyes. I almost fell asleep (I’ve been so very tired these past few months, with Marco and his accident, Little Bit and the kittens, all getting acclimated to new situations, the kittens getting fixed, Phoebe’s little incident with her spay stitches….) when the vet walked in. Now, when I took Potter out to be weighed, I saw blood in the carrier and there was also blood on his tail. I was pretty sure at this point where the stuff in the shower came from.
The vet checked him over and prescribed Metacam for five days, ammonil, just in case he has crystals and to keep him on the amoxicillan for a week. He said he should be feeling better by tomorrow.
I started Rachel on flagyl for her runs. It’s only been a couple of days, but I think it’s working.
We’ve had some really pleasant days this week and I started keeping the doors open during the day. The kittens come in and out as they like and even Little Bit is venturing out without slinking low to the ground and running from spot to spot. She’s walking through the yard, taking her time to stretch out from time to time. I’ve even seen her just laying on the patio, soaking in the sun.
The kittens are getting lanky. I hope this means they’ll be bigger than Rachel and Ross. Ross is without a doubt, the smallest male I’ve ever seen. Well, he does have a belly on him, but he’s short. I’d really like to see some bigger cats here.
Speaking of bigger cats, Opie is getting huge. Not fat huge, but he’s gonna be a big, big cat. And he’s such a love bug. He does seem to be mellowing out, which is a good thing. I’d like to see Angel come back into the house.
And I’d love to see Autumn use a litter box. She spends the majority of her time in the garage, but she does come in to go under the sofa or loveseat in the family room and poop and pee. I clean this up at least once a day. This morning, I couldn’t reach it and Brian had to lift the loveseat up so that I could get under it. She’d pooped right against the metal at the back and peed at the front. This was really annoying because yesterday, I’d washed the floor in there, pulled everything I could out from the wall and cleaned under it. I had tried putting a bowl of vinegar under there to keep her away, but she just moved where she went, making it harder for me to access.
*sigh*
I got called to report to the jury room in January. The last time I went, I came home and we took Pepper to the vet and she was put to sleep. Great memory.
Well, got stuff to do. Like maybe take a nap. I wish.
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