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My poor cat.

He's really put us through the ringer lately.

A few weeks after my husband went back to school after summer break, we started noticing that William was peeing outside of the litter box.  Immediately, my husband said, we've got to get rid of him!  My thought was that something was wrong with him, he wouldn't just do this for no reason.  He was drinking water like crazy and he wasn't eating, either.  It was really sad and that's why I thought something must be wrong.

We took him to the vet and after a urine test, we found out he had a UTI.  We got meds and we thought he was good to go.  He wasn't really eating like normal, but he seemed to be feeling better.

Then it started happening again. 

We were told that it might be something that will take a little while to fix, depending on how long he had been in this pain or had the infection.

So we took him back the vet and we were told that he still had a UTI.  So we did another round of meds and were told that we'd need to bring him in again as soon as the meds were finished.  At this point he was living in the basement, unless we were home for fear that he wouldn't remember to use the litter box.  He wasn't really happy about this but it was the best for our house.*

We did that and he STILL had blood in his urine.  So, they did an x-ray to see if there were stones causing the bleeding.  No stones.

So, the vet said... "In humans, when there is blood in the urine, this is usually a result of stress.  We like to believe this is the same for animals, as well."

So now, William is on anxiety medicine.  So far it's been great.  He's using the litter box, he isn't going outside of the litter box and he is just mellow.

*While all of this transition was happening, this is what we lost/had to replace/had to clear because of this issue:

1. We threw out a bath mat because that was his first spot for peeing and even after cleaning, he wouldn't stop peeing on it.  Plus, the scent would probably never go away, so it went in the trash.

2. He peed on our scale in our bathroom and ruined that.  It's a goner.

3. He peed by my husband's dresser in multiple spots which resulted in us cleaning the carpets and deodorizing those spots.

4. He peed on my husband's tennis shoes that we've cleaned and made smell like sunshine.  We also keep them up for fear that he would go there again.

5. He peed on my husband's backpack that he travels to school with and carries his football coaching clothes in.  We've cleaned it and it smells fine now, but still annoying.

6. And lastly he peed on my cotton, cheap, hobo style purse that I laid on the ground (stupidly).  It's washed and smells great.

It's painful to watch this happen, not only to the house and our things, but to William.  I think he's better now, but we're only 2 weeks into the medicine so I might be jumping the gun.  Either way, I'm happy he's not in any pain anymore.

Not to mention the fact that having medical bills for animals will be just as bad if not worse than what we will deal with for a child.  Just draining......


Allison said…
Poor kitty!!! I'm glad the new meds seem to be helping him!

Just remember, though, with a baby you'll likely have insurance...
Alyson said…
I'm glad William is feeling better. I hope the meds cure him.
Jill said…
Yes, I realize that after a kitty pees on ONE thing he should be sent out the door... I just don't have the heart to do that and now he's so much better. I'm so glad we stuck it out and helped him. I know no one else would do what we did for him and for that I'm gratefrul for him being in our lives.

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