Hello everyone! How has your week been? We’ve had a simply ridiculous week. There was a medical emergency at my daughter’s workplace that I ended up being involved in. Then there was Spud. Spud is a neurotic little ginger kitty that spends his days on the end of my bed. Spud gets stressed very easily and his reaction is to stop peeing. Most of the time it’s easily solved by giving him a small dose of kitty anti-anxiety medication. He sleeps, he de-stresses, he pees. Problems solved right?
This time around was horribly different. This is meant to make you laugh okay, he’s fine, we’re fine, laugh with us.
Now Spudly couldn’t empty his bladder, he was as full as a boot and we urgently needed to get him to go to the toilet. The easiest way to encourage Spud to pee is to put him in his cat carrier and take him for a drive. Mean but effective.
So here I am driving a cat around the block, like I’ve got a sleepless baby, begging him to pee. Come on Spud, pee for Mama. It didn’t work. Next I call the vet and he says to up his anxiety meds. “Give him the full dose Toni” he said.
Next I know I have a drug-addled cat, with huge eyes, staggering around the house, refusing to stay still. The increased dose did relax his bladder muscles… there was pee.
Lots and lots of pee. He couldn’t control it.
I spent my Thursday trailing behind a stoned cat with a mop. He didn’t miss a room. I just had to wait until a) he was empty, and b) he finally fell asleep. Three hours later we achieved both. Oh the horror!
I did get some work done in between episodes of insanity and we’re slothing along just fine.
I hope your week has been less eventful than ours. Stay safe and healthy, eat some cake, hug a pet, do some sewing, be happy. Much love, toni xx
Ps. Did you know that cats get the munchies after anxiety meds? Eight tins of cat food later…