Angel's Health Is Good!

"Lemme outta here!"

Angel's examination and bloodwork at the veterinarian's today show her to be in excellent health.  The doc was pleased with her teeth, and found no urinary problems.  The discussion was that due to her age, she's just not holding her bladder as long as a spring chicken, thus more peeballs.  I thought that her output had increased, but it was just a frequency issue.  I am somewhat chagrined, but very glad that she is well. 

Thanks for the well wishes for my Bunny Rabbit kitty; I followed my instincts, and since she was due for an annual check-up in a month, we've knocked that off the chore list.

My posts and comments will be somewhat sporadic, due to a five-day course that I am taking this week.  Thankfully, it's occurring in my office building, and during my usual office hours...SCORE!

Cancelled Cat Car Cruise

Making like Sherlock Holmes, I studied the litter boxes after work yesterday. I scooped, I broke up peeballs, and I compared sizes.  All in all, everything looked normal (yay!), so I cancelled Angel's vet appointment.  We've been mixing even more filtered water into her meals lately, so her 'output' seems elevated, but the peeball size is good.  No marbles!

Of course, I know what extra peeing means for a cat, not to mention that she's been eating more also. However, the weather has just begun to turn colder, and I've noticed that ALL of the cats are chowing down. Therefore, we have moved into observation mode for awhile.  My new Cat Car did not go anywhere*!

Angel's body weight is good, if not perfect.  She continues to be skittish at certain times of the day, remembering the week that The Hubby picked her up to administer the liquid antibiotics.  She'll get over that with lots of petting and hugging and such.

*The Hubby has driven The Cat Car a lot; to the auto part store to get a new air cleaner, then to the Honda dealership to actually buy an air cleaner, to the insurance agency, and to the Michigan Secretary of State (DMV). Today, he's driving it around for grocery shopping and I hope to buy a CD/radio and have is installed.  He tells me that I'm not getting The Cat Car at all now; it's his and I can keep driving his car as I have been!  HO NO, that ain't gonna fly, Mister!  I only asked to drive the old car of ONE MORE DAY, so I can finish disc 13 & 14 of a mystery thriller book-on-CD (45 minutes to work, 1 hour lunch, 45 minutes drive home).  And then I go away this weekend, driving my mother's SUV, so The Hubby will have both cars to play with, and hopefully to sell or junk the old mushed-up-and-not-street-legal-anymore tan car.

Angel versus Vet!

Waiting...for the doc to come!

The small peeballs at the bottom

Angel had a bladder infection awhile ago, and we thought it was all gone. Last week, The Hubby noticed that she was going in and out of the litter box with greater frequency than usual, and the evidence of little peeballs the size of marbles instead of big peeballs the size of a 1/2 of an apple made it clear: our girl either has a new infection or the old one just never quite went away.

On Friday, October 7, we went to the vet's office, but Angel proved to be a sneak!  She had no urine in her bladder for the doc to test.  The doc did not want to give her a Covenia shot, which is what she received in August. This time, we are giving her Clavamox every 12 hours.  I am not crazy about her recovery; those peeballs are growing in size, but not fast enough for me. The Hubby and I have agreed to give her the seven days of antibiotics, then decide if she needs to make another trip to the vet.  She's also developed diarrhea, poor thing!

Here's the kicker:  we believe that it's TRIPS TO THE VET that are making Angel so nervous to cause her bladder issues!  It was MY idea to take her to the holistic vet, but in my defense I did not know that we needed to go back again every few months for rechecks.  Angel has had at least six vet appointments this year; three (at least) to the holistic vet, once to get a dental, and now twice for her bladder. Poor kitty!  Yep, this was all my idea, and no good deed goes unpunished, as they say.

We will see her through the bladder thing, but no more vet visits for her for at least six months after this.  Angle obviously takes after The Hubby, who dislikes going to the doctor so much, that he hasn't gone in about 40 years. That really is a four and a zero!  

Massive

For the squeamish, don't look at this peeball!

This is the biggest peeball that I've ever dug out of the litterbox!  It's massive; I even got out a ruler to measure it's size.  This was all Chucky, because I just happened to have witnessed the um, er...deposit as it was created!

Now, actually, a peeball this size is cause for concern; excessive urination can be an indicator of several issues, like kidney problems or even diabetes.  Lucky for him, we have a visit at Sheppard Alternative Animal Care on Saturday, and we will ask the veterinarian all about it.  However, it's more than likely that it's a one time behavior for my Chuck, since I scoop the boxes every day and know both his and Angel's output.  He makes a big peeball every once in awhile, but not every day. Thanks to TROUT TALKIN TABBIES for giving me the courage to take a photo of something from the litterbox!  LOL!

P.S. Please go visit Sunny at Colehaus Cats; the orange kitty is now in her furrever home!  YAY!

P.S.S. You know that I love cats, but really I love all critters.  Like this cricket that I just found in one of our Vice President's offices.  I carefully captured it, then released it back outside.  Run free, dear cricket!

Mr. Cricket, why were you inside my building?