Crystal Clear?

Sorry ... I've been away a while ... been busy ... Goldie has been experiencing problems. He spent Thursday morning trying to pee on anything that sat still long enough for him to squat on. (Zoo was perfectly safe in this aspect .. he is suffering from antsinmypantseitus at the moment.)

We took him to the vets and they told us that he was suffering from crystal buildup in his bladder. She told us it was good that we caught it early as it can sometimes prove fatal if missed. Poor Goldie ... this meant putting him under, inserting a catheter and trying to flush out all the crystals. Of course the vet won't release him until he is peeing to his hearts content and she is sure that all the crystals have been removed or dissolved.

Only one problem ... in protest about being stuck with this plastic thing up his willie, in a cage, with a wailing neighbour below him, he has gone on a hunger strike. Of course until he eats and drinks something, he's unable to pee and poo so the vet won't let him come home ... two stubborn buggers ... interesting fight here.

Round One to the vet ~ she knocks him out cold and sticks a catheter in
Round Two to Goldie ~ he refuses to eat and drink
Round Three to the vet ~ she gives him an injection to stimulate his appetite
Round Four to Goldie ~ he pulls out the catheter
Round Five to Goldie ~ the vet can't get it back in, and can't get him to eat, she throws in the towel and asks us to come and see him Saturday morning.

Although the victor in this bout, Goldie was sitting in his litter tray looking miserable. I gave him a cuddle and he cheered up and started to eat his new prescription diet with a little encouragement, but as soon as the vet entered his eyeline, he just clamped his mouth tight and stared at her. To be honest, I would probably do the same if someone had spent the last three days trying to stick things into every orifice I had.

Although he had a good pee while I was there, she insists that she wants to keep him a little longer and he should be alright to return on Monday, fingers crossed. We are missing him about the house and Pav, his partner in crime, is constantly on the window sill, and miaowing at the back door, reprimanding us for leaving him out all night.