It's 6am in the morning as I begin to type this. I've been awake a couple hours ago. I had to be up at around 4:30 to give my cat another round of prednisone and clavamox. 12 hrs later in the afternoon he'll receive another round, also followed with Prazosin that time.
This poor guy has also blocked... twice. Once a month ago, and right now he's recovering from another one.
I am strapped. I am already going to a very low cost vet. This time around they even gave me a 200$ discount since it's a reoccurring one in such a short time.
They usually go ahead and perform the P.U. surgery in cases like these, but the woman who did those surgeries had recently died.
Even if that weren't the case, right now I am absolutely broke from all these rounds to the vet. I can't even afford the office visit, and the taxi car ride to get there.
I don't get my paycheck until the the 3rd. Even then, I am only working my first job at a food place that doesn't pay too pretty.
Right now, it's been a couple days since he was released from his boarding at the vet. I don't know if I'm panicking, but I don't think he's acting too normal.
I don't know why I went ahead and created an account here just moments ago and layed all this out... Perhaps to vent because that's literally all I can do at the moment. I feel powerless. I don't know if he can wait it out until my next paycheck. I love him so much.
I'm not sure if this is just a recovery period after having a catheter removed or what. But he wasn't like this last time he was released. I'm staying awake and keeping my eyes peered at him until he pees, so I can at least observe something out of that... He drunk a bit after giving him the prednisone which increases thirst and hunger (although he didn't seem too hungry). An hour ago he felt a bit warm, but now not anymore.
Has anyone ever had experience with this?
My cat in subject right now, was a pesky feral cat who (according to our landlord) kicked it out in the storage shed and lived in this complex area since he was a kitten.
I was feeding a different, friendly community cat who I have now already adopted. But back then, she would have been shooed away by this pesky tom cat. & due to that I despised this little feral guy since she scared the friendly cat away. Eventually I felt a bit sorry, I mean yeah, a cat's gotta eat.
So I began feeding them in different locations so they would each have their share without fighting. But alas! This pesky feral found all the hiding spots. The bastard wouldn't even finish the food he claimed ownership over from the friendly community cat.
Then for a time, I had not seen the friendly cat too often. I got lucky if I saw her once a week. Then weeks would go by. I wasn't too worried, the cat looked like she's seen the world, and I knew why she would be reluctant to return... I often hopefully looked outside my kitchen window in hopes of seeing her sitting there like a dog. But more often I would see that pesky feral, laying down at our porch as if he owned it, soaking the sun. He looked to be a good weight, so I didn't bother to feed him. And I was so bummed over the friendly cat not returning because of him too, that I thought if I stopped leaving food out he would eventually find another.... But count on me to leave a needy animal alone? I gave in after a couple of days. I started leaving food out, and eventually he would hang outside our porch nearly all day and leave for the night to travel. Given his odd choice of living it out in our porch, I thought this cat might not be completely feral. So I tried coming near it, but it would always run away even when I just open the door.
One day, it wouldn't eat the canned food I left out. I had ran out of his favorite turkey flavor. I put salmon out, and had three other types of canned food with me. I was bored and had the afternoon to myself, so I went outside and immediately he ran away. He was peering at me from a bush from afar. I shook the cans and his head perked up.
I opened one and he eased another bush forward. I slid the open can closer to him, down the sidewalk pathway. He immediately came by to sniff it. The idiot's starving and he turns his head away upon sniffing it. Eventually an hour or so rolls by and I've literally laid out 6 different kinds of food on the pavement, and on a glass table we had outside and he's only nibbled on a few. Eventually I'm just sitting there, humoring myself at the sight of him. He had a mighty air to him, laying down among the food that was too good for a poor scavenger. His eyes indicated he was relaxed. I took a chance and put my hand out. As I expected he moved away... But he didn't run away. I left my arm in the air. He got curious after my arm started to cramp, and smelled my hand. Instinctively without thinking I quickly started to scratch his head, and this little fella literally melted. This was such a happy, unexpected moment for me. I kept scratching him (he loved his sides being scratched most of all). Then he began rubbing himself all over me, and started meowing, which I never heard before. He even showed me his belly.
So the next day, or morning actually, he awoke our dogs at 6 am in the morning, meowing at our door. He later learned of the negative reaction when he did this. So instead I would wake up before 6 am in the morning and find a little black shadow walking to our door, then sitting down waiting like a dog, staring up at the light in our kitchen window. Once I fed him around this time, he would leave again to travel and return in the afternoon when the heat of the sun was at its peak.
This guy turned out to be so incredibly love able ( I was primarily a dog person, and just adopted my first cat ), I eventually took him in.
It's been almost half a year since I've adopted him. I love him to death, his personality is so precious.
I was feeding a different, friendly community cat who I have now already adopted. But back then, she would have been shooed away by this pesky tom cat. & due to that I despised this little feral guy since she scared the friendly cat away. Eventually I felt a bit sorry, I mean yeah, a cat's gotta eat.
So I began feeding them in different locations so they would each have their share without fighting. But alas! This pesky feral found all the hiding spots. The bastard wouldn't even finish the food he claimed ownership over from the friendly community cat.
Then for a time, I had not seen the friendly cat too often. I got lucky if I saw her once a week. Then weeks would go by. I wasn't too worried, the cat looked like she's seen the world, and I knew why she would be reluctant to return... I often hopefully looked outside my kitchen window in hopes of seeing her sitting there like a dog. But more often I would see that pesky feral, laying down at our porch as if he owned it, soaking the sun. He looked to be a good weight, so I didn't bother to feed him. And I was so bummed over the friendly cat not returning because of him too, that I thought if I stopped leaving food out he would eventually find another.... But count on me to leave a needy animal alone? I gave in after a couple of days. I started leaving food out, and eventually he would hang outside our porch nearly all day and leave for the night to travel. Given his odd choice of living it out in our porch, I thought this cat might not be completely feral. So I tried coming near it, but it would always run away even when I just open the door.
One day, it wouldn't eat the canned food I left out. I had ran out of his favorite turkey flavor. I put salmon out, and had three other types of canned food with me. I was bored and had the afternoon to myself, so I went outside and immediately he ran away. He was peering at me from a bush from afar. I shook the cans and his head perked up.
I opened one and he eased another bush forward. I slid the open can closer to him, down the sidewalk pathway. He immediately came by to sniff it. The idiot's starving and he turns his head away upon sniffing it. Eventually an hour or so rolls by and I've literally laid out 6 different kinds of food on the pavement, and on a glass table we had outside and he's only nibbled on a few. Eventually I'm just sitting there, humoring myself at the sight of him. He had a mighty air to him, laying down among the food that was too good for a poor scavenger. His eyes indicated he was relaxed. I took a chance and put my hand out. As I expected he moved away... But he didn't run away. I left my arm in the air. He got curious after my arm started to cramp, and smelled my hand. Instinctively without thinking I quickly started to scratch his head, and this little fella literally melted. This was such a happy, unexpected moment for me. I kept scratching him (he loved his sides being scratched most of all). Then he began rubbing himself all over me, and started meowing, which I never heard before. He even showed me his belly.
So the next day, or morning actually, he awoke our dogs at 6 am in the morning, meowing at our door. He later learned of the negative reaction when he did this. So instead I would wake up before 6 am in the morning and find a little black shadow walking to our door, then sitting down waiting like a dog, staring up at the light in our kitchen window. Once I fed him around this time, he would leave again to travel and return in the afternoon when the heat of the sun was at its peak.
This guy turned out to be so incredibly love able ( I was primarily a dog person, and just adopted my first cat ), I eventually took him in.
It's been almost half a year since I've adopted him. I love him to death, his personality is so precious.
This poor guy has also blocked... twice. Once a month ago, and right now he's recovering from another one.
I am strapped. I am already going to a very low cost vet. This time around they even gave me a 200$ discount since it's a reoccurring one in such a short time.
They usually go ahead and perform the P.U. surgery in cases like these, but the woman who did those surgeries had recently died.
Even if that weren't the case, right now I am absolutely broke from all these rounds to the vet. I can't even afford the office visit, and the taxi car ride to get there.
I don't get my paycheck until the the 3rd. Even then, I am only working my first job at a food place that doesn't pay too pretty.
Right now, it's been a couple days since he was released from his boarding at the vet. I don't know if I'm panicking, but I don't think he's acting too normal.
I don't know why I went ahead and created an account here just moments ago and layed all this out... Perhaps to vent because that's literally all I can do at the moment. I feel powerless. I don't know if he can wait it out until my next paycheck. I love him so much.
I'm not sure if this is just a recovery period after having a catheter removed or what. But he wasn't like this last time he was released. I'm staying awake and keeping my eyes peered at him until he pees, so I can at least observe something out of that... He drunk a bit after giving him the prednisone which increases thirst and hunger (although he didn't seem too hungry). An hour ago he felt a bit warm, but now not anymore.
Has anyone ever had experience with this?