Sunday, October 19, 2008

Crazy Pills Clyde


My adorable boob-nuzzling orange kitty, Clyde ended up in an emergency vet appointment Friday afternoon after a few weeks of me noticing him licking himself "down there" a lot and straining to pee.
After a $145 vet bill and a thorough work up, it appears that Clyde has an "abundance" of crystals in his urine. If I were 6 years old I would have to admit this diagnosis would probably be the most awesome thing I've ever heard of. It would have made me giddy to start sifting cat sand in search of the shiny stones to thread on a charm bracelet. But sadly, at the cynical age of 27, I know that crystals in your urine can never be a good thing. He was given a course of antibiotics in case perhaps he has an infection and we now have to purchase very spendy cat food for the REST OF HIS LIFE.
And to add insult to injury, there is a good chance that his crystal forming abilities are just a symptom of cat neurosis...stress. Perhaps he is just too overwhelmed with the idea of 100% liquid urine that he felt compelled to form semi-precious stones in his bladder. So, he is now on a mild form of cat sedative pills, kitty downers, to help him relax and go #1.
And by the way, have you ever had to give a cat a pill? It's damn near impossible.
On a lighter note, I picked up the camera this morning and started fiddling with the manual settings and took this picture of my crystalline kitty. My attempts to shove his 'zen-in-pill-form" down his throat were futile so this is Clyde, sans anti-anxiety pills.
How i didn't pick up on him being a grade A form of crazy until now, is nobody's guess.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I hope Clyde gets feeling better soon. My kitty, Wizard (now deceased), had crystals that were so bad he had to have his penis removed to save his life. This resulted in serious anger issues, but allowed him to live for 16 more years (although he spent most of those 16 years proving he was the biggest, baddest cat around.) No cat wants to be transgender against their will. There are no support groups, parades, or demostration of pride. Just sad licking where their boy parts used to be.

The spendy cat food is worth it.