I made a blog before about my cat, and how he had a gaping hole in his leg that I have no idea how he got it. That recovered fine, he walks with a mild limp occasionally. Anyways, about a week back he was acting funny, so he got put on antibiotics because he had a fever. Then today I noticed he was laying on the floor under my sewing desk, a place he only inhabits if I'm working.

I approached him, and he shied away from me, something he never does because I'm his favorite person in the whole world (he likes boobs). Concerned, I started to press on things, softly but firmly. His abdomen seemed inflamed and he would cry out occasionally. We rushed him to the vet, and my guess ended up being right: His urinary tract is completely blocked by stones. Sometimes I hate being right.

By the time we got him there his bladder was about the size of a softball, though it hadn't ruptured, which is the one saving grace. They're not sure they can save him. I've kind of devolved into a puddle, and am trying to distract myself in any way possible.

Out of the four pets my husband and I have, he's the least favorite. He's dumb as a rock, doesn't understand that claws are sharp, and demands more of my time than I'm usually willing to give (All of it, if he could have it). But I really hope he pulls through. This whole thing is going to end up being about 2000$, money we don't really have, but there was never a question of just having him put down.