October 4, 2007
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This would be karma for whining about the cat. This morning I got up to find blood in his litter tray. Not just pinkish urine (though there was that too), I mean actual, deep red, blood.
The last living creature I knew that had blood in their urine eventually died of bowel cancer. (It’s one of the big signs.) An immediate call to the vet to book an appointment was followed by bursting into floods of tears, so scared that something might be seriously wrong, that I could lose him. Irrationally leaping to the worst case scenario is apparently what I do under that kind of pressure. Thankfully restored to something resembling calm by a text from Amy suggesting cystitis as a probable cause (me: ‘oh! of course! thank god! it doesn’t have to mean imminent death!’) – she’s getting very handy at these quick-response rescue texts (wait until I holiday-blog about Verona) – we arrived at the vet.
Vet with very serious face. "Urinary tract problems." Not even as reassuring as "urinary tract infection", a one-off thing that a quick jab of antibiotics can clear up. "Extremely serious if unchecked." Understanding nods as I list the many possible causes of stress El Mog has been under lately. Checks the psoriasis-like scabs along his spine that I’ve been wondering about getting checked. "If he’s the type of cat that has this kind of reaction to stress." Two injections. El Mog curled up into my stomach as the vet says more very serious things. New specially formulated food. Pheromone plug-ins to reduce stress. One owner feeling extremely guilty for going away twice in quick succession.
He’s going to be fine. He peed this afternoon and it was normal. And I feel reassured that this hasn’t been happening undetected because he has to use litter trays when I’m away (instead of peeing in the garden) and the cat sitter didn’t mention it.
He’s going to be fine. For now. Until it recurs. If it recurs. And I have to spot it. Generally, they say differences in routine indicate illness; but, as with most generalisations, there’s always something or someone or some cat that proves the exception. But there are things he was doing in the last 48 hours that I think I can watch for. I just have to spot them. Otherwise he might die.
He’s going to be fine.