Just thought I'd write to let y'all know that I am alive and well... although I've had a terrible cold, and my sweet kitty, Mr. Sputnik VonWiskars is sick.
At this point we don't know if it's serious or not... poor little guy has blood in his urine and has been beating a path to the litter box. We've ruled out stones, and he's been on antibiotics which have helped somewhat, but he's certainly not back to normal yet. Anyhow, at this point we figure it's either an antibiotic resistant bladder infection, bladder cancer, or some sort of idiopathic inflammation. More tests and more waiting...
I'm really hoping it's not bladder cancer - the vet says it's very rare in cats, but since I lost 2 cats to lung cancer which "never happens" in cats, I know that doesn't really mean much. We don't know how old he is, but the best guess is around 15, so I'm trying to be reasonable with my expectations - still, I'm finding it hard to focus on anything but him.
Anyhow, my brain is spinning with all sorts of unfinished ideas for brilliant and witty posts, but alas, I haven't been able to make anything gel. There does seem to be a bit of a theme swirling around the idea of accepting reality though.
In that vein, I'll live you with this little gem: