Sometimes stuff happens that throws everything out of whack. The cat did that for me this week. I've been finding things covered in cat urine. My ironing basket, which admittedly was overflowing (Steven calls it the basket where good clothes go to die), was targeted. Our bed pillows, which were thankfully not on the bed at the time, were hit. He even targeted the pile of bed sheets and a blanket that I hadn't gotten around to washing after stripping the bed.
I don't think I've ever done so much laundry at one time in my life. (This picture doesn't even begin to show it all!)
After washing all the pillows and coverings, then ironing the shams, I had to put all the pillows up on the ironing board to keep the cat from getting to them.
At first I was really annoyed with Calvin for his bad behavior. You see, he's like the boy who cried wolf. He had a spraying problem a few years ago, which was his way of letting us know that he was unhappy with the service. So when he started urinating on stuff again, I just thought he was expressing his displeasure with his renal diet. He has a track record!
But then I realized that he's squatting and not spraying, so he took a trip to the vet. He was diagnosed with a bladder infection, which is actually a good thing, because it's quite treatable. The bad thing, though, is that we have to give him a pill every day for 20 days. (If you've ever had to give pills to a cat, you'll know why I'm not happy about this!)
We're still watching him like a hawk because I'm tired of doing laundry and sniffing the house to make sure that all traces of that abominable odor are gone. But he seems to be improving. I guess this is all just par for the course with older pets, especially those with kidney disease.
Oh, and because he's still losing weight (which I totally believe is due to the fact that he doesn't like his food, therefore, he doesn't eat as much), we're supposed to supplement his diet with non-protein food. The vet suggested rice, which I can't seem him eating willingly. I mentioned that he loves cornbread (yellow only--he turns his nose up at white cornbread), and the vet said that would be great. So now, I have to bake for the cat.
Does this officially make me a Crazy Cat Lady?