
Do you remember your first family pet? A dog, cat, rooster, bird or rat that your family had when you were a kid? As much trouble as Tater is, I think she's worth devoting a blog to this week, as she is Aurora's first pet and she won't be here forever. Aurora has been interacting with her more and more lately - and by "interacting" I mean Aurora's been saying things like "No, Tater!" and "Tater, walk away."
Tater's always had behavioral problems, but earlier this week she peed outside the litter box 3-times in 2-days. We would've just thought it was gross, but Chuck noticed that there was blood in her urine. As a grumpy, obese, 13-year old cat, we figured this could really be the end. I mean, that can't be a good sign, right?
Yesterday we took her to the vet, and surprisingly it was her best visit ever. She was calm and polite, allowing them to examine her, draw blood, and give her a shot without attacking. They decided it was a urinary tract infection and prescribed special food (which also happens to be low calorie) and antibiotics - but took a blood sample to the lab just in case. Today we got a call with the results, and I'm sorry to say Tater might be staying with us for awhile longer. No diabetes, no cancer, nothing wrong with her but well, obesity, grumpiness, and old age!
Here's hoping the antibiotics really solve the problem. While Tater may not be the best cat, she is part of our family.