When we brought Uly in yesterday for his urinary issues, we also had Dr. B check out a small marble sized lump under his left front arm that J had discovered a couple of months ago. Upon further inspection a smaller cousin lump was found under Uly's right front arm. Dr. said it was a mass in the mammary tissue and that both should be removed. So, instead of spending the day with Dr. B for some fluids to get him to pee and get a urinalysis and blood draw, he had what basically amounted to a bi-lateral radical mastectomy of two of his eight (?) kitteh bewbs. Poor fella.

But what about the rest of it? The urinalysis found small to moderate crystals in his urine, which was likely causing irritation and also causing the errant pissing. Blood work all came back normal, thank Bast, as did the chest x-ray to check the lungs out for any extraneous lumps from the mammary masses issue. The larger of the two removed mammary masses was sent out for cytology and we should hopefully hear something as early as tomorrow, but by early next week for sure.

So Uly had to spend the night at the Cat Clinic, with the Cone of Shame because of the stitches in his armpits. We brought him home this afternoon. Poor fella won't let J out of his sight for very long, and he spends a lot of time laying around with his head down. While I was gone out bowling tonight, he briefly removed the Cone of Shame to give Uly a break from it and it didn't take but several minutes for Uly to start fussing with this sutures, so back on it went. We've both realized that the lids on the three covered boxes must all come off in order to accomodate for Uly's Cone, and we're praying that Uly doesn't have any potty issues while he's stuck with is "buddy".

So home treatment includes a once daily pain medication for post-op pain and a once daily liquid antibiotic for any possible secondary infections that might be brewing in his urinary tract as a result of the irritation of the crystals.

So...yeah...We've got a pretty sad sack post-op baby in the house right now. Our hearts are breaking for him--how do you explain to a kitteh that 1) he can't go into his former comfortable safe room because we don't trust him not to piss on everything in sight out of habit in there; 2) that he has to wear that ridiculous and somewhat heavy cone so he won't pull out his stitches, making everything he tries to do from eating to pottying a pain in the fucking ass; and 3) that his "sibling" kittehs are suspicious of him because he smells of Cat Clinic and medicines. Sigh. It's tough for us, but even tougher for him, and that's what makes it so bloody hard. </3
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