Well, not exactly like the guy who jumped the Grand Canyon
More like the cat that peed in the laundry basket.
I am pleased to report that Evil was actually much better behaved than I thought she would be. Not only do I have my limbs still attached, but I managed to escape unscathed. Either she's sicker than I thought, or she's mellowing out in her old age.
She went into the carrier without incident, but she did make these horribly pitiful mraaaaaaa's at me. (Mostly because she was !gasp! outside, which she hates. Smart kitty.) She didn't want to come OUT of the carrier either once we got there, but she didn't snort, and freak out, and crap all over the carrier like some of the cats we've had used to do) Now she has her own amoxicillin, and if she's not better by Thursday night, I'll have to get a urine sample.
How DOES one get a urine sample from a cat? You can't very well tell her to pee in a cup, and she'd probably chew through a pair of kitty depends... Lets hope I don't have to find out how this works.
Now I'm going to go convince her that she doesn't have to stop speaking to me because I took her to the vet. He didn't even poke or prod her in her delicate bits, or take her temperature, so she should be VERY thankful. (As am I, because she'd probably smother me in my sleep tonight if he did that)
posted by Special Sauce @ 3:29 PM
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Heeee! I'm so glad that it wasn't bad but I am absolutely dying with laughter over the urine sample thing. You could pay your medical bills for the ensuing ER visit by selling tickets to the whole event. Hell, I'd pay more for that than any of the crap currently in movie theaters.
Again, keep us posted. This is turning into a top-notch drama.
I actually think I may have figured out how to get that sample, but it's kind of like using a howitzer to kill a mosquito.
When she got out of quarrantine (in my room, because she's peeing every .32 seconds and she's none too picky about where she does it) she jumped into the bathtub and left a sample of three tiny droplets. So... I know where I can get it from.
Now I'm really disturbed, because there's a LOT of blood in her pee. Not quite "the walls are bleeding" severe, but enough for me to go "daaaaaaamn, that's not right". I REALLY hope the amoxicillin works, because I'm a tad freaked out at the mo, and I'm sure she is not a happy kitty either.
Gah.
Myself and the Jello family (my three babies) are praying for your kitty.
Well, I'm praying. They're jumping up on the altar and making nuisances of themselves, but they do it because they love.
Good luck.
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