I've been a bit scarce around here this week, and it's all Motley's fault.
Motley, seen here helping Sair study, threw us a scare this week.
He does these weird things every few years.
To being with, he forced us to adopt him by arriving on the doorstep with a mystery disease.
I was resisting taking him on, thinking he was merely misplaced and not abandoned, when he came in a window and started dying in our bathroom.
We took him to the vet, who pointed out he was highly anemic, so I'm thinking, great, my six-year old gets to watch him die of feline leukemia.
But no, the vet and the pathologist never did decide what it was, but all he needed was some cortisone and a home.
Oh, and not to be fixed immediately, so he could do the morph into a tom cat first.
Then there was the cat fight where the other guy tore his third eyelid (ouch).
Or the foxtail (burr) he got caught up under his eyelid.
Or the cat fight (all with the same cat) where Java (his evil nemesis) literally took out a hunk of him — leaving him with a bald spot the size of a quarter.
Or he'd come home with the other cat's claw stuck in his forehead.
And the time he had liver disease and his gums turned orange.
How did he get this?
A bunch of antibiotics and he was all better.
So Monday we looked at him and thought he just didn't look right, sort of mopey, so we took him to the vet.
A good thing, because one of his kidneys was all swollen, and his blood panel was a mess.
Now my old boy cat Oliver died of kidney cancer, and Zelda the perfect kitty died of kidney disease, so I've been down this street before.
So I have been pretty much a wreck all week.
But we had them do the ultrasound, and aspirate some tissue for a biopsy, and all the rest of it.
(Listen to the sound a flock of $$$$ makes flying away).
And to the almost visible surprise of the vet, he doesn't have cancer; he doesn't have chronic kidney insufficiency.
They've kept him there, hooked up to fluids, pumped up on antibiotics, since Wednesday.
Today the important kidney function thing they look at, that's normally around 3 whatevers — that he came in at 12 — is down to 9.
They hope to send him home Monday.
Fingers crossed, he may make a real recovery.
He's got to stop doing this.