|"Ah Mum, the animal door's shut again. Why can't|
I go out?" - Mr Bumpy.
Well, I've won the litter wars. But, given that the prize turned out to be a visit to the vet, a needle, and medicine, I'm starting to think Percy should have won.
Since my last post, I upped the ante a bit. Yes, I know, you're amazed. Where could I go from weeing in Mum's handbag?
I started spraying. Yes, I'm a desexed, adult cat, who has never done that before. But I sprayed everything and everyone; furniture, Mum, Fanta, furniture, walls, clothes, Mum again.
Mr D suggested maybe I needed kitty prozac. (Purrzac?)
Mum not only let me go outside, she threw me out a couple of times. (I win, I win, I win!)
Mum tried to compete. She got a spray bottle and filled it with disinfectant and odour stopper stuff, and sprayed the whole house, but I sprayed more than she did.
Then I sprayed a cupboard door and Mr D noticed that the wee was red.
That's when the trip to the vet happened. The vet did the thermometer you-know-where, felt my tummy, listened to my chest, and told Mum and Mr D I had cystitis.
Mum and Mr D were both very sorry for calling me bad, gross, disgusting, and a total jerk.
The vet gave me a needle of antibiotic - one that's supposed to last two weeks from one needle. Then she gave Mum pain medicine to give me before dinner every night.
I don't like needles. I don't like taking medicine.
But I do rather like feeling better. I stopped spraying. Well, not quite. I gave Mum one really good last spray. She was suitably horrified, and ran to stand under the water sprayer thing in the bathroom. (I win, I win, I win!)
I'm back to weeing only in the litter trays. But I'm still using all three as soon as they're changed, just so Percy knows who's boss.
For some reason, Mum's stopped letting me out again. (I....lose...? But...how...? Why...?)
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Stuck Inside Again.
PS. I know I don't often acknowledge the other mrbumpycat.com animals for doing anything awesome, because, well, they usually don't. But this is just too good to not tell you. Are you ready for this?
Mum's been sewing, and of course we always help. Well Mum went to add the sleeves to the outfit she was making, and found that someone had chewed through half of one of the sleeves she'd cut out. (I'll leave you to guess who, she's grinning and wagging her tail.) There wasn't enough fabric to cut out another sleeve, so Mum had to change them from long sleeves to short sleeves.
So high five to my doggy sister. I wish I'd thought to do that.