Sometimes there’s just too much cat teeter.
Pets. You love them until they need to be walked when you are running late.
Or until their hair forms a teensy black fur ring around your baseboards. Who has time for that mess? And then the litter box.
I love animals. Even in my college dorm, I had to have a goldfish swirling around a bowl. But now that we are in 600 square feet with a big dog and two cats — like the best of marriages — these pets are starting to get on my nerves.
Especially Oreo. Lately, our mean, grumpy black and white furry fellow started urinating massive amounts.
He was in the box the other day and I could not have held my breath for as long as that cat tinkled.
The last straw was Saturday. First I thought the dog’s water bowl had tipped over. Then I thought a water bottle in a 24 pack sitting on the floor had punctured.
But no. After further investigation I realized.
It was cat TEETER.
Immediately I googled cat with excessive urination.
Urinary tract infection. Diabetes. Renal failure. UGH.
Guess what I was going to be doing on Monday morning?
Oreo.
Mad as a hornet that he is trapped in a carrier at the vet.
The nice doctor came in and I explained the little box. The teetering for longer than I could hold my breath. And the flooding of the kitchen floor.
This meant blood had to be drawn from sweet, mean as a snake Oreo.
At this point Oreo was placed in a plexiglass shoebox and gassed. Twice.
So the nice vet would not get mauled while he tried to find out why on earth Oreo was teetering enough to fill the Okefenokee Swamp.
I sat and sat and sat.
And days later Oreo returned.
Well, he looked about the same.
The good news is that nothing really looked wrong with all the tests they ran.
Odd, I know.
We need to come back in a few months and see if anything has changed.
And make sure that nothing blocks access to that litter box.
I wonder if they make Kitty Depends?
What about you? Any trials with an ailing animal?
Linking up with the gals, Greta and Sarah for iPPP.
Kitty depends? OMG!
We got a puppy a couple of months ago and have been lucky, he hasn’t peed into the house once! I am already dreading the first diarrhea/stomach flu thingy…
yes, yes I know all about this relationship with pets. Our deweydog is getting up in years and has started peeing in the front hall…even after going out a bajillion times and doing it there. Sigh, we love him, but.
Sounds like you have a winner in the house training department Kerstin. We had luck with the crate — but there still were MANY accidents.
I know Sarah. He isn’t that old. I’m hoping this maybe some stress related thing do to all the craziness and upheaval of the construction. The vet didn’t think that though.
You sat for days and waited? HA! I know all about ailing animals. I have two alarms on my phone…one for 8am and one for 8pm. Both to remind me to feed and give an insulin shot to one of the dogs. It’s a glamorous life we live, Jamie.
What a cool name for a cat.
Oh poor oreo! And poor you! Thank goodness it wasn’t diabetes though, my poor penny dog developed diabetes, couldn’t see, and stopped being able to get outside without being carried (she was 80 lbs and I couldn’t carry her down the stairs) We had to put her to sleep 🙁
Audrey, I am worried that there has to be something more wrong that will show up — hopefully not though.