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Here We Went Again
Mar. 18th, 2009 11:22 pmI woke up this morning, went in to feed the office cats, and was surprised to find that Scuzzy was not answering chow call. He was under the futon, curled up, uninterested in the proceedings; and when I extracted him to see if he had discernable injuries, he made a very unhappy MROW, jumped down, nearly fell over, and walked very unsteadily back under.
ZOMG
So, long agitas short, Dr. Not-Joel determined that it was the advanced version of what we weren't sure ailed him back in August: calcium crystals had in fact built up in his urethra, blocking it, so that he could not wee. This, of course, rapidly causes things to go downhill in a serious fashion. The good news is that I got him to the vet soon enough that it was fixable (and I should hope, considering he was his normal self as recently as Monday night! --though I do recall he seemed to be heading into the box zone frequently). The bad news is that it required surgery. The slightly less painful news is that, since this is East Orange and not Oradell, my wallet is much thinned but not actually emptied. And the vaguely *sigh* news is that El Scuzz will have to be on special diet for all his days, to prevent this happening again; it seems that this is a condition that if one gets it, one is officially Prone To It[tm].
I am somewhat previous; there was definitely a blockage and it has been cleared (and the patient is resting comfortably), but they are still waiting on analysis to confirm that this was indeed Cat Gout rather than, I don't know, the fool beast eating a tiny cork or something.
I can't imagine what it must be like trying to operate on a cat wang. Not unlike writing the Lord's Prayer on a dime, mayhap.
ZOMG
So, long agitas short, Dr. Not-Joel determined that it was the advanced version of what we weren't sure ailed him back in August: calcium crystals had in fact built up in his urethra, blocking it, so that he could not wee. This, of course, rapidly causes things to go downhill in a serious fashion. The good news is that I got him to the vet soon enough that it was fixable (and I should hope, considering he was his normal self as recently as Monday night! --though I do recall he seemed to be heading into the box zone frequently). The bad news is that it required surgery. The slightly less painful news is that, since this is East Orange and not Oradell, my wallet is much thinned but not actually emptied. And the vaguely *sigh* news is that El Scuzz will have to be on special diet for all his days, to prevent this happening again; it seems that this is a condition that if one gets it, one is officially Prone To It[tm].
I am somewhat previous; there was definitely a blockage and it has been cleared (and the patient is resting comfortably), but they are still waiting on analysis to confirm that this was indeed Cat Gout rather than, I don't know, the fool beast eating a tiny cork or something.
I can't imagine what it must be like trying to operate on a cat wang. Not unlike writing the Lord's Prayer on a dime, mayhap.
