A couple of weeks ago Alex jumped down from the couch and his hindlegs gave out! He started staggering towards the kitchen and slumped down on his side. Naturally we were horrified and immediately picked up the phone for the on-the-call vet. The comment on the other end of the line was for us to wait and see how the situation progresses, but we were having none of it. We hauled all the 7.5 kilos of our spotted furry friend to the vet and the examination got on away. He got prodded and streched every which way and the final verdict was "a strain or a jolt he got from falling". He got a jab of anti-inflammatory/pain medication and a prescription for the same and we were told to go see our own vet later if we wanted to. Of course we did! He is our baby and he was hurt. The medication clearly made him feel better in the evening already and he kept getting better in the following days, but we still went to see our vet four days later for Alex's yearly check-up (he has just turned four). We also decided to catch two birds with a one stone and took Bruce with for his yearly. X-rays and bloodtests revealed nothing alarming, so we got off with a scare!
I came home from work the other day and was wearing my heavy winter coat. Hubby handed me Bruce for a hug and he noted that his fur looked a bit funny for some reason. I scratched him and he purred and all was well. I hung my coat and went in for a while and later when I went out again I smelled a strong stench of cat pee. I was a bit baffled, but I thought I had stepped on pee outside without noticing it. But no such luck. It was revealed that Bruce had actually peed ON ME! What is wrong with my aby?? He wasn't startled or anything, I just held him... My trusted washing machine took care of the stench, but I wonder if my cat needs a diaper...
Last night I woke up around midnight to the sound of something small sliding back and forth on the kitchen floor. Rather peeved I clambered down the stairs and saw Bruce happily playing hockey with a fridge magnet. Lovely. I was so glad we decided to get an aby! I took away the particular magnet and got back to bed. Five minutes later he was back at it. Jeez! I had to go downstairs and swipe all the magnets so high on the fridge he could not reach them again (that night). Earlier in the evening we were equally happy for getting an oci when we listened to him having a momentary mental breakdown on the kitchen parquet floor and getting a good grip on several different spots with his nails as he spurted upstairs. Dog owners have no monopoly on the scratched floors...
