"oh, no, not again"

Mr. Scuzzy is exhibiting the same initial symptom as Tux was, namely the constant runnings to the catbox with little result. The Internets tell me that either he's constipated, which is easily fixed by OTC medications, or that he has some kind of urinary tract issue, which is an OMG VET sort of problem. Based on last weekend, I'm inclined to put my money on #2, and thus nedlnthred is kindly delaying her weekend departure for an hour so we can run him up to the vet.

State of the Cat: crisis probably averted

I took El Scuzz up to the vet. The very nice, somewhat incongruous doctor (think "Northern Exposure", except in the ghetto instead of Alaska) said that at least the bladder is empty--so that means no blockages, which lead to All Kinds of Bad Things--but on the down side, that means he can't get a urine sample to see if there are, e.g., uric crystals building up. Best guess is a UTI, so the fuzzbutt has gotten a whopping antibiotic shot, and an oral antibiotic to be given 2x daily. This somewhat curtails my weekend options, but I think I can make shift.

Also, I have mo' better flea remedies. PSA: Hartz Plus is apparently an inferior product that doesn't pack as much punch as Frontline or some of the others.

I should like to get some cleaning done today, but it's one of those unpleasantly lowering, humid sort of days where nothing ever dries and nothing feels clean after you've cleaned it. nedlnthred told me I ought to just relax and take it easy for a change, but there's just so much to do...