I’m pretty good at smacking my spongy ball out of the air when Mom tosses it to me, but apparently I can’t catch “a break”.
Just as we are getting my allergy issues under control I started having peeing issues. Friday after work, mom realized I had been doing lots of tiny little pees instead of my usual 3 times per day pee balls. Our regular vet doesn’t have weekend hours but Mom didn’t want to wait until Monday to take me in, just in case I have an infection or something that could get much worse.
After calling several vets, she managed to get an appointment at a 24 hour vet hospital (avoiding the $150 emergency walk-in fee). It is a gold-level “Cat Friendly Practice” certified by the American Association of Feline Practitioners, but I didn’t agree.
Sure, I got my own little waiting area, but that didn’t prevent me from being scared by the extremely energetic, barking, whining, growling (I’m not exaggerating) dog beasts that were on the other side of the waiting room. My Golden Retriever brother Bentley never made as much noise in his entire life as those dogs made in 30 minutes! It was so bad that Mom was about to ask if we could be moved to an exam room to wait.
I got my own room, but even though I had an appointment, I had to wait another 20+ minutes for the vet, who apologized and said she was dealing with an emergency. Ok, that happens but I would have thought the vets with appointments are not the same as vets who are taking emergencies, but obviously I was wrong, or they needed all hands on deck. Whatever, we finally had the vet’s attention. After the vet examined me and said I probably have Feline Idopathic Cystitis I had to wait again for the diagnostic/treatment estimate, even though Mom had already told the vet what she wanted to do – no tests, just sub-q fluids, pain med injection, and “anti spasm” medication to calm my bladder.
I had to wait again before the tech came to give me fluids, and Mom only allowed her to take me after the vet tech assured her that it would take less than 15 minutes and I would be kept in a quiet treatment area away from any noisy dogs.
Mom & Dad are very protective of me because I become stressed at the vet, especially if it’s noisy. If I get too stressed, I will have an episode of upper respiratory virus issues (sneezy snotties) a few days after the vet visit and I’ll be sicker than when I went in!
After all was said and done, it took 1.5 hours for a simple exam and sub-q fluids! I managed to survive, but since Mom declined any diagnostics, Mom will call my regular vet Monday morning for an appointment.
You may be wondering why Mom declined the diagnostics but it was a matter of practicality and keeping me from too much stress. We had taken in a tiny urine sample that the vet saw was clear, so she did not suspect an infection. And they would not get urinalysis results back until Monday, which is when I can probably see my regular vet and have him do a complete work-up with the tests he thinks are necessary for a diagnosis and treatment plan. Everything at this place was taking so long and it was so noisy that Mom & Dad did not want me staying there any longer than necessary.
After a stressful outing, I’m home, with a big lump of fluids on my side and a brain full of anti-pain loopy meds. Mom has to give me the anti-spasm medication and I hope it doesn’t taste disgusting. Oh…snickerdoodles! Mom just called the vet and this medication has chicken flavoring so I can’t take it (and we said I have fish & chicken allergies). We’ll wait to see what my regular vet recommends.
I hope you all had a much more relaxing Caturday than I did. I’m sure my Easy Sunday will be much better, even though it’s stormy here and I have No sunpuddles.