Polly is doing well today. She's in the litterbox every 30-60 minutes and sometimes there's blood in her urine. She's peeing in tiny amounts and sometimes spending quite a bit of time in the box. It almost broke my heart yesterday scooping up those little red clumps. Her bladder must still be irritated from the surgery.
On the other hand, she is running around and wants to play with Prego, so I think she's feeling ok overall. I don't want her running around and wrestling with Prego. I told them both no rough stuff for a week. She has a pain patch on her neck, and she keeps scratching the wrap around the patch. Her claws are trimmed so I don't think she'll scratch herself. Her pain patch comes off Sunday morning.
Well, I tried confining her to the bathroom last night with some Tschaikovsky (don't think I spelled that right). She was fine for about an hour or so and then she started to meow. I gave her my sound machine with rain playing. She still meowed. I tried to ignore her, thinking she might stop. But she didn't. So I took her into the computer room (where the other litterbox is). I thought maybe she'd be less bored in there since there is a window she can look out. She stayed quiet for maybe another hour in there and then started to meow. So I went in there with her and slept on the loveseat we have in there. It's hard to sleep on a loveseat (I got a horrible night's sleep) when you're 5'6". I think she appreciated me being in there, though, because she spent most of her time between trips to the litterbox snuggling, cuddling and purring beside me. Scot thought I was mad at him
I said that if I was mad at him I would've chosen the living room couch instead of the tiny loveseat. I just didn't want Polly to wake up Scot.
For tonight, however, I have a new plan. I think I'll take my papasan chair cushion and lay it on the floor in the computer room. (My floors are hardwood, so I can't just sleep on the floor.) Couch cushions make a nice bed in a pinch, but we have the kind that are sewn on to the couch. My feet will still hang off the papasan chair cushion, but I think it'll be quite comfortable. And it's only temporary, a week at most.
She's locked in the bathroom with my sound machine again while I'm at work. I hope she doesn't meow the whole time I'm gone. I suspect that once she realizes no one is home, she stops, but I don't know because I'm not there
What do you guys think?
I feel like such a mean mommy for making her go through all this, but before we try more or stronger meds, we have to know what's going on.
Thanks for all the good vibes. Polly sends purrs to all of you.