Poor Duchess!

Sunday she started acting suspiciously like she had a UTI. She'd go to the litterbox every few minutes and deposit a couple of drops. She'd also occasionally deposit some drops in random locations. Not fun. I considered sitting in my vet's office without an appointment, hoping to get out of there in time for a 10am meeting at work.

She quit doing it. She was fine Sunday night, Monday, Tuesday. I had started to think I imagined the whole episode.

Wednesday she started doing it again with a vengeance. The house was a mess. (Fortunately, small amounts are very easy to clean up. Also fortunately, this stuff is rather dilute.) So I made an appointment and brought her in this morning.

Turns out they won't do a thing with her unless they can get some urine to check. Of course she didn't have any! Heck, I could have told them that before I went in. Sheesh. And of course Thursday is the one day that my vet's office isn't open all day, so they can't keep her and watch for a sample.

SIGH

So I bring her in again first thing tomorrow morning. Meantime, she's confined to a room with a moppable floor.

Poor thing.

The Last Supper, in thread -- spools of thread

Wow. That's dedication.

All right, you caught me: yes, I have had at least two glasses of sangria. And yes, it was at work. Yes, I am going to be staying put for a little while. Oh, okay, okay, yes, I also told this joke to 'most all my coworkers. I wasn't even drunk yet. THEY weren't even drunk yet. *sigh*