If you've been reading this blog a while, you already know that I have two pissy and shitty cats. I've said bad things about them and wished death upon them. OK, maybe not so much wished death upon them. Not out loud anyway. Anyhow, I was thinking that we probably had another 5-8 years to deal with their bad behavior. They are stray cats which for some reason seem to live forever. Well, to get to the point, I have noticed in the last few weeks that one of the cats has gotten really skinny. He's been eating, but also drinking a bunch of water. I feel like shit because instead of being a good pet parent and taking him to the vet, I just hoped he'd get better. Out of the two cats he's the one that loves me. He's actually pretty sweet if you don't pet him and let him do the loving. He seems to like the kids and when in a good mood he even lets the baby pet him.
I'm a big chicken and didn't want to be the one to take him to the vet. I mean what if something horrible happened. Like they pointed out we hadn't taken him there in 10 years, or that we should of seen the signs, or that they were going to have to put him to sleep. What would I do then? I'm sure have a total melt down and embarrass myself. Lovely. So glad the Husb is awesome and saved me from humiliating myself.
I know that I am so powerful that my wish of death would come true. (wink, wink) So I'm saying it out loud and writing it down. I take it back, I'm sorry. I'll deal with the pee and be nicer and gentler about it. Come to find out Emerson may have Diabetes. If we caught it early we may be able to control it with diet. If not we'll give him daily insulin shots. $100 every three months. WTH? Repeat to self...I love Emerson. He is nice to the kids. The baby loves him. He will stop peeing if he feels better. He is worth it. Repeat...repeat.