It all began with a foul stench and Josh and I simultaneously yelling "Jesus, cat, what did you EAT?!" It ended with me calling work after Nicky hopped into the litter box for the EIGHTH time in just over AN HOUR. In addition to the little kitten runs, I was worried that we might have a blocked urethra, because, well, that happens to male cats. The number 1 symptom of a blockage? Climbing in the litter box every five seconds.
Mark Koshko was on call, and we met him at the hospital. A quick groping of Nicky's belly gave us good news: his bladder is of normal size. (read: no blockage)
He does, however, have a slight fever. Mark shoved a plastic loop up Nicky's behind and rubbed a sample on a slide. A few minutes later,
we have our culprit. We switched food recently, so that could be the reason why we developed this.
And now we're home, with 16 pounds of My Ass is Sore and some meds. Not exactly a thrill-a-minute evening, but it gives me something semi-interesting to blog about.
right. sleep now.