The last few days have been a little bit crazy at my house. Well, maybe crazy isn't the word. But things have not been good. But not to worry, everything is much better now. Much, much better.
It all started on Saturday night. My brother Seville was having pains. Really, really bad pains. He cried so much. My peeps were really worried. So was I. I like Seville. Hey, he's my brother, man. Sorry 'bout that... couldn't resist. I was watching old re-runs from what the peeps call the 70s the other night... whatever that is.
Anyway, first thing Sunday morning, the peep called our family doctor. Because it was a weekend, the peep had to leave a message. The doctor on call would call right back. And she did. She wanted to see Seville right away. So off he and the peeps went. Well... it wasn't as easy as that sounds.
Peep #1 thought she'd put Seville in a carrier for the trip. Seville didn't agree. Let's just say... it was a two bandage event. No need to worry about the peep though. It's not like this has never happened before. So Seville ended up sitting in the front seat of the car with a collar and leash. The carrier rode along in the back.
When the doctor saw my brother, she knew just what was wrong. Seville was having pee-pee problems. He couldn't tinkle. And that's not good... not good at all. No wonder he was in such pain! The doctor said there were crystals in his urine. His bladder was filled right up with them. I don't know what these crystals are but apparently, they're very bad. Different kind of crystal from the special glasses my peeps use in the dining room, I guess. Those, they like.
So, Seville had to be knocked out for a bit while the doctor got rid of the crystals. She thought about trying with him still awake but that didn't turn out so good. The peep already had two bandages on by this time... probably didn't need any more. The doctor probably didn't want any either.
Poor Seville had to spend two nights in hospital. I felt so sorry for him. He was there all alone. No family or friends to keep him company. I kind of thought the peep should head on over to the hospital with a sleeping bag and pillow and spend the night on the floor next to his jail cell... uh, sorry... 'hospital' bed. When I made this suggestion, the peep pretended not to hear me. Hmmph!
But all is well now. Seville is home. He's fine. He says he's having no problems doing you-know-what. That's good. The doctor told him he MUST drink more water. The peeps have been telling him that too. So have I. Like I said, I love my brother. I don't want him to go back into hospital again.
Oh, I almost forgot. We all got a fountain. That's right, a fountain. It's great! The idea is that maybe Seville will drink a little more water if it comes from a fountain. So far he hasn't really taken to it but I'm trying to set a good example. I take a drink every time I pass it. I love it. What a nifty idea. A fountain just for us cats. It's not for the peeps. It's just for us... that's right... us cats.