Poor Maple. This morning I heard her scratching in my room. You know, that tell-tale "I just went" scratch. She actually goes on a towel in my room because that's what she prefers. She's a diva, what can I say. Anyway, I saw her on the towel after that, and she looked like she was going again. And then she took off running. I had very vivid memories of Sara doing that a little over a year ago. Dangit.
I went over there and smelled the towel. No smell at ALL. And Maple has some pretty stinky pee. It's not like Sara's, which has no smell. Then I felt it, no wetness. Dangit, again.
Been watching her all morning. She ate normally, was all excited as she normally is and gobbled it up. I was hem-hawing all morning about this. Then I got the bright idea to put her on the scale. She's almost two full oz more than she was when I weighed her on Sunday! And more than she was when I weighed her the first time.
So, she has an appt at the vet this afternoon. This is the first time she's gone to the vet since I can't remember now. It was back at the old house, that's for sure, so over 11 years ago.
I worry about being judged, not because I think my vet is judgmental (he's not) but that's just how I feel. Selfish, I know. I feel like a bad mama though Because she's a big cat, and she's had trouble cleaning herself and I don't know how to get the dried poopy off without hurting her. Since she isn't one to sit there quietly while I try to trim it. It sure doesn't help that I can't see it (she's a black cat, you can't see much on her).
I went over there and smelled the towel. No smell at ALL. And Maple has some pretty stinky pee. It's not like Sara's, which has no smell. Then I felt it, no wetness. Dangit, again.
Been watching her all morning. She ate normally, was all excited as she normally is and gobbled it up. I was hem-hawing all morning about this. Then I got the bright idea to put her on the scale. She's almost two full oz more than she was when I weighed her on Sunday! And more than she was when I weighed her the first time.
So, she has an appt at the vet this afternoon. This is the first time she's gone to the vet since I can't remember now. It was back at the old house, that's for sure, so over 11 years ago.
I worry about being judged, not because I think my vet is judgmental (he's not) but that's just how I feel. Selfish, I know. I feel like a bad mama though Because she's a big cat, and she's had trouble cleaning herself and I don't know how to get the dried poopy off without hurting her. Since she isn't one to sit there quietly while I try to trim it. It sure doesn't help that I can't see it (she's a black cat, you can't see much on her).