And Spot jumps up on the desk. I give him a few chin scratches and he goes over to Brian’s side of the desk and pees on Brian’s computer. Right in front of me. I yelled at him, told him to get down and cleaned the mess up.
Last night, I was in the bathroom (weak bladder, when we’re at Disney in a group, the tease me about calling the restroom “the Dianne ride”) and he came in and sprayed the cupboard doors. Right in front of me. And guess what?
The urine wasn’t yellow, the urine was pink. *sigh* He has a bladder infection.
I showed Brian the papertowels I used to clean it up. This isn’t a good time since I’ll be gone for a few days. Poor Brian will be stuck pilling him. I tested him this morning with a pill pocket and he ate the pill down. Good.
Later that night, I picked up the crock with water, since it was dirty (there are a couple of cats who put their paws in the water, don’t ask me why). It needed to be washed. Anyway, next to that was a spray mark on the side of the tub and bright red urine on the floor.
Probably Spot. At least he has a strong flow, that’s good, he’s not in danger of blocking. He should be feeling a little better by the time I leave, the antibiotics usually take three days before there’s any improvement.
I was wondering why he was fighting with the other cats. That’s just not like him. Now, I know.
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