When the Cat and I got together – that was August 2001 – he was something of a bargain basement deal. I paid my neighbors $15 and got a six-month old kitten, some litter and half a bag of cat food.
I had a revelation once about my cat – I acquired him at one of the loneliest times of my life. It sounds kind of dumb, but when I was living totally alone, I wasn’t accountable to anyone. I only had to show up for work – otherwise, I lived on my own little island for the year before he showed up. So yeah – I am one of those people. I don’t dress my cat in stupid clothing, but I talk to him like he actually understands what I say and the pictures of the Cat far outweigh pictures that I have of other member of my family.
And when it comes to the cost of maintaining said Cat, he’s pretty low maintenance except for the prescription food he’s been on since Wisconsin. That puts me back about $30 every couple months or so.
And although this will raise the ire of some of my readers – the Cat hasn’t been to a vet since Wisconsin. Let me explain – he’s an indoor cat and lives in a one-cat household. And aside from some urinary problems that he had in Wisconsin and the fact that he’s a chubby tub of a cat, he’s a pretty healthy cat.
At least he was until last Wednesday night when he was perched on his litter box and let out a god-awful howl. After $400 and a trip to the emergency vet clinic, Husband and I discovered that my cat has “angry urine” and must have passed a kidney stone – hence the howling. It turns out that he has another stone that’s higher up in his bladder and we’re hoping that a mix of medication and some wet food will dissolve this one so he can pass it without problems.
So why hadn’t I brought my Cat to the vet sooner? What’s a polite way of saying that my cat is an absolute bastard when he gets into the vet’s office? He loves his carrier, he loves car rides, but as soon as we walk into a vet’s office he recognizes that vet office smell. He starts hissing and growling. This is just walking into the door at the vet’s office – it gets worse when we get into the exam office itself. That’s when the very vocal growling starts and some high-octave yowling. If a vet tech isn’t careful, they’re a prime candidate for a swipe of Digger’s paw and maybe even a bite if they go too near any sensitive part of him. But who am I joking – when it comes to going to the vet, every part of the Cat is sensitive. He’s in survival mode and is pretty frightening for a 13 pound ball of fur. Going to the vet is right up there with root canals and annual exams.
The Cat has a few more visits set in his future – he’s still on medication and as soon as that’s over, we’ll need to take him to the vet again to see the progress on his kidney stone and to see if his “angry urine” has calmed down at all. The emergency vet we went to recommended that we request a sedative to give to the cat about an hour before his next vet appointment, but Digger’s new “regular” vet said they frown upon sedation.
Well – they haven’t met my cat yet in all of his pissed off glory.
I very much struggle with this portion of taking care of my cat. Ninety-nine percent of the time he’s fine, but it’s that one percent that gives me pause. I know that I just need to suck it up and accept that for one hour per year of my life, existence will suck for my cat and I. Because pets are an investment and if I’m going to be a good pet owner, I have to accept the cost of taking care of my cat.
This post is just fair warning to the vets that we’ll be visiting – he looks sweet, but looks can be deceiving.
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