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In this picture, you can see where they shaved his leg for the IV.

If you’ve been following my Facebook posts, you already know my cat, Oz, was in the hospital for three days. He had blockage in his urethra. Luckily, it wasn’t very far up, and they were able to open it up with a laser. They kept him until he could pee on his own. His nerves were messed up from his bladder being so full, so it took three days for all that to come back.

So I brought him home yesterday. I got him at lunch and took him back to my office where he stayed. My boss’s son brought him some litter, and I fixed him up a box, and he used it twice, so I knew he was okay.

Now here’s where the adventure began. I had taken him to the vet in a laundry basket because I couldn’t find the carrier. (Hubby moves stuff all the time!) He rode in it just fine on the way. But, at the time, he was very sick and wasn’t moving much. When I took him out to the car from my office, I set him in the basket from the passenger side. If I could keep my hand on him the whole time, he wouldn’t get out of the basket. However, there was that little window of time between when I put him in the car and when I got in the car. He was able to move lightning fast and dart under my seat. Just great. How could I get him out? The fact was, I COULDN’T get him out. I coaxed and coaxed to no avail. I had no choice but to get into the car and drive. I was afraid my weight would press the seat down onto him, so all the way home, I had to rest my weight on my heels and my back against the seat back. I live 20-25 minutes away from work. That means, all that time, I was careful not to put my weight on the seat. Can you imagine how my legs felt by the time I got home???

So, at home. I put my face in front of the seat trying my best to get this cat out. He wouldn’t budge. I couldn’t pull him out because I could have hurt him. There was very little wiggle room. I tried pushing him a little from the back. All he would do was purr and “play the piano” on the carpet. (If you don’t know what that means, it’s when a cat is really happy and pulls his claws in and out. My grandma called it “playing the piano”.) I couldn’t believe this cat was enjoying being under there. It was hot, and I knew I couldn’t leave him in the car long, although it was in the garage, and it’s not too hot in there. What could I do? I talked to him, I prodded him from the back, and got so frustrated, I was crying. Nothing worked. Then I prayed. HARD. And, believe it or not, he suddenly came out. Now I know some of you aren’t believers, and that’s your choice. But for those of you who are, I’ll say to you…prayer works! Sometimes, during a crisis of faith, I wonder if God is listening, and this proves to me He does.

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Okay, the title is a little more dramatic than the circumstances call for…maybe. The whole thing certainly felt dramatic at the time.

Today is the first day of my vacation, so I was trying to sleep late. But I heard my puppy, Daisy, barking like crazy at something. She just wouldn’t stop…she kept barking and barking. Finally, I got out of bed to see what the problem might be. I saw Willow sitting on top of the cat cage. Not IN the cage…on top of it. And Oz was nowhere to be found. I hurried outside and saw Daisy was barking at something under the deck. I figured it must be Oz she was barking at. I got a flashlight and saw that it was, indeed, Oz under there. And I couldn’t coax him out because he was afraid of Daisy. I doubt Daisy would hurt him, but the barking was unnerving. I finally yelled at my husband to get out of bed and help me. He had to run Daisy back to the other side of the house. I called and called to Oz, but he just wouldn’t come out. All I could think of was 1) I had to have both cats available to be “fixed” tomorrow morning, and 2) We have coyotes around here. The coyote issue is the reason my cats are in a huge cage on the deck instead of roaming free. So I’m really freaking out because Oz won’t come out. Finally, I figured out what to do. I got Willow out of the cage and held her while calling to Oz. It worked like a charm. As soon as he saw Willow, he started toward me. Now I had another problem. Oz is getting really BIG. And Willow was struggling in my arms to get to Oz. But my husband gently took Willow from me so I was able to scoop Oz up into my arms. What a sigh of relief came from me. Now the two culprits are safely ensconced in my house.

Oh, here’s the way they got out. My son and his girlfriend were here when I got back from church yesterday. He had let the cats into the house so the girlfriend’s little girl could play with them. Apparently, he had opened both doors of the cage, and when he put them back in, he only latched one of them. It took the cats awhile, but they finally figured out one of the doors was unlatched. What a scary thing it was!

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The two subjects in the title have nothing to do with each other. But I wanted to blog about both of them, so I combined them. LOL.

I almost didn’t tell this one. But, hey, I share. 🙂 Anyway…Tuesday night, I fell asleep on the couch, which isn’t unusual. I woke up at almost 1:00 am with a sharp burning pain in my side. I walked, sat, lay down, but I couldn’t get any relief. The pain was too high to be appendicitis and not far enough toward my back to be kidney stones. The scary thing to me was that the pain was basically where my lung is, and I’ve been paranoid about blood clots in the lung since my best friend died from that last year. I finally put my clothes on, put my contact lens back in, and called my mom. Yes, I woke my 77 year old mom up at 1:15 in the morning. She came to my house (she only lives two houses down) and we talked about whether or not I should go to the emergency room. Finally, we decided it was better to be safe, so she drove me to the hospital. Before we even arrived, my pain just vanished. We sat in the hospital parking lot waiting to see if it came back, but it never did. So there was no way I was going to pay for an emergency room visit, since my $1500 deductible hasn’t been met, if I had no pain. So we drove back home. I apologized to my mom, but she said she didn’t have anything else to do. LOL. So we decided we would just say it was an adventure. She seems to think that it’s possible I slept wrong and strained the muscles in my side. I do have a problem where my side muscles cramp up sometimes if I move a certain way, and the pain is excruciating for about a minute, then it goes away. So it could be related to that somehow. Anyway, I was scared. I kept thinking of all the things I had left undone in case I died. I hadn’t given my husband the password to our online payment accounts. The people at work don’t know my password for a lot of things they would need to know if I wasn’t there. Lesson learned? Make sure all your stuff is taken care of in case you croak in the middle of the night. LOL

Okay, after that rather bizarre story, here is something sweet and cute to look at. My two kittens.

Willow

Oz

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