Sadie, my favorite cat, is going to be OK. Instead of being bad luck, it seems this black cat has broken the family curse. She does not have cancer. She does not have diabetes. She does have elevated kidney values (BUN and creatinine). We are awaiting the results of the urine culture and urinalysis to tell us whether she has a kidney infection or chronic renal disease. But, if she does have chronic renal disease, it is early days and it has not yet caused significant kidney damage. We know this because she had a perfectly normal ultrasound. All of this girl’s internal organs are A-OK.
The vet put her on an antibiotic and an anti-nausea medication, while we await the remaining test results. She also gave her subcutaneous fluids.
The vet did not make me wait until I picked her up to give me the news. Instead, she explained everything over the phone. When we hung up, I picked Sally up, began repeatedly jumping up and down, all the while kissing the top of her head and yelling, “She’s going to be OK. Your sister is going to be OK!” Sally responded, “WTF is all this kissing and jostling? Put me down, woman, and go and pick her up.” So I did.
Sadie is home. And she’s eating tuna and Temptations treats. I even tricked her into eating half her antibiotic by putting it in a pill pocket and hiding it in the middle of the treat pile. She hasn’t fallen for it a second time, so I fear I will have to break out the pill popper to get the second half of the jumbo antibiotic down the hatch. Meanwhile, Sally keeps sniffing her and hissing. Yes, she smells funny. Yes, she’s had a tummy shave. And yes, she is on the mend and will kick your ass, so show some respect.
Long Live Queen Sadie!
Afterward: Uh oh. It turns out Sally sneaked to the treat bowl when I wasn’t looking and ate all that Sadie had left, including the pill pocket.