Night at the vet clinic
A more detailed version of last night’s events that I posted to a mailing list I’m on:
Subject: OT: Saturday night at the vet clinic
This evening I was putting away some laundry and straightening up the bed. My cat, Dusty, was crying, so thinking that he must be lonely and looking for me, I called him. He seemed distracted and was wandering about meowing and I couldn’t figure out why. Finally, he came into the bedroom, walked over to a corner of the room and started to pee. He seemed to be in some discomfort and was meowing as he liberally soaked the carpet, the wall, and a corner of the curtain.
All I could do was just stand there and watch. I was a bit dumbfounded, as I hadn’t seen Dusty urinate outside his litterbox, and I hadn’t heard him cry while urinating either. When he was done, he seemed rather upset that he had just peed on the carpet. He scuttled away looking rather ashamed, so I followed him to see how he was doing.
He seemed to be in fair condition, but I felt like this just couldn’t wait until the morning when the regular vet clinic is open. I wanted to make sure he would be okay. (I don’t know, maybe I’m a still a bit sensitive after losing my cat, Yuki, in December.) So off to the emergency vet clinic we went. While all the people around town were streaming in and out of bars in various states of inebriation, I had my arm shoved inside a cat carrier trying to assure Dusty that a car ride is not a cruel joke that humans play on their pets.
The vet checked him over, but needed to get a urine and stool sample to get and idea of what was going on with Dusty. So now, instead of warming my side with his furry little body, he’s sitting at the emergency clinic being coaxed to pee and poo for the nice doctors. I hope this all ends well. It’s been a long night.
