No, not me, this time. Sheesh, what are you saying? You saying I’m always sick or injured or whatever? OK, fine. You win. Still, this isn’t about me, it’s about:
Poor Sabrina. According to Master (who has done the math), she’s twenty years old, and I’m really worried about her. Actually, I guess that’s not entirely true. I’m much more worried about Master than I am about Sabrina. As I mentioned before, Sabrina and me have just never really ever bonded, and I’m OK with that. I have Serenade and I really love having her around. She’s a sweet kitty.
Anyway, right when we were moving into the place we’re in now, Sabrina started to lose a lot of weight. She’s actually pretty skeletal, and it feels a little “icky” when I pat her, only because I can feel her spine really easily (could count her vertebrae really easily), and her ribs just feel sharp under her coat. The same thing had happened to Samantha right before she passed, so we took Sabrina to the vet to make sure she was OK. The vet did myriad expensive tests, and it turned out, Sabrina was fine, just a little bit dehydrated. We put out extra extra water bowls for her, and carried on.
Now, within the last week, Sabrina has been driving Master and me bonkers, and we’re worried something is really wrong with her. It started with her using the bed for a litter box when we weren’t home. Then, when me and Master were home, I heard Sabrina screaming, so I went to find her, and I found her screaming on the top of her lungs and, yep – peeing on the bed.
What strikes us as odd about this is that, if she was angry at us (or something else emotional), and she was peeing on the bed, I’d completely understand. But, why would she scream and alert us as to what she’s doing? A few of my friends think that maybe she has kidney stones. That seemed like a reasonable thought, but since then, we’re caught her doing number two on the bed and, yep, screaming.
Right now, Master is really worried. We have plans to bring Sabrina to the vet and see what’s going on, and why it’s hurting her so much to use the bathroom (AND why she’d not use her litter box, which is clean and she’s never had an issue with ’til now). Master is worried though, because with a twenty year old cat, he’s not sure what there is to be done. He’s terrified he’ll have to put her down, and I just hope it doesn’t come to that. I feel even worse for him because it’s right around the holidays too, so I don’t want him to have to do anything like that now.
Please cross your fingers and send happy thoughts for Sabrina. She’s been a good kitty, and I hope her and Master can continue to be good friends for a long time.