What kind of problems, you ask?
SIGH. Without going into details, this started happening a lot:
I wasn't entirely sure of the problem(s), so I told my cat-owning coworker about it. She promptly said this:
Kitty is the center of my universe, so I reacted appropriately.
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| Seriously, I left work early that day to get kitty in. |
After checking her out and taking some tests, the vet noticed that her bladder was too tiny to get a urine sample there. So she said these fateful words:
Yep. The things I do for this stupid ball of fur and claws. I spent all Saturday morning trying to collect enough pee from her to get tested.
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| No, she doesn't actually pee into the jar. Instead, I had to replace her litter with these beads that don't absorb anything and then *gag* collect the pee in the jar. Shudder. |
It was traumatic for everyone.
Kitty seems to be feeling better, though, and I should have her test results soon. In the meantime, I've scrubbed her litterbox and everything in my apartment. Ugh.
