Over the last
couple of days I have noticed my cat Cherie has not been active, he’s been
hiding in corners and essentially not being himself. This morning he let out several big meows and
since he is the non-verbal cat I knew there was something very wrong. A call and a drive to the vet’s confirmed my
fears, Urinary Tract Infection. As I
left my little fellow with the doctor I found myself covered with nearly as much
fur as my baby boy, which indicates that Cherie is much more stressed than I
am. I’ve been busy writing all morning
but every once in a while I stop and think “what’s the little guy doing now” or
“what is he thinking, have I abandoned him again”?
This little boy was supposed to go to a
home 8 weeks after he was born but one night with the scary Michelle and her
psycho cat brought him back to me. The
morning Michelle handed him back to me his eyes were round and frightened but
when he saw me his little paws stretched out and he meowed “Mama” in
desperation. He clung to me for the rest
of the day and since then he has been my baby.
I have felt dreadful putting him through that trauma (believe me, I am
not exaggerating) and since he’s never been away from home in the last 9 years
this is a scary time for the little fellow.
Poor little guy, I hope the operation
goes well and he will be home with me tomorrow night.
My boy's best side.
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