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
You may or may not recall last summer when we had an errantly pissing cat in our midst. We took all four kids in for checkups and nothing physically panned out. Eventually the errant pissing stopped as far as we knew, and since we were never able to catch any of the silly bastards in the act of actually errantly pissing we eventually let it go and forgot about it.

Fast forward to about two-three weeks ago. We had a nylon cube and tunnel cat toy set up dealie for the kids to hide and play in for over a year. We'd noticed Uly had started to scratch a lot as if he were trying to bury something at the end of the tunnel over the last couple of months, but there was no evidence of any potty doings so we figured he was just being weird. That is, until the aforementioned two-three weeks ago. While we were attending to Lars' medical needs one weekday morning we heard a tell-tale pissing sound hitting nylon--and we caught Uly in mid-piss. That was the end of the cube/tunnel toy...RIP...

Today while I was gone getting at my therapist's getting my head shrunk, J went into the guest room to make a note in Uly's health notes book that he'd vomited his breakfast this morning. Uly followed him in there, jumped up on the guest room bed, squatted, and proceeded to piss all over the bed right in front of J. WTFBBQ!?!?!?! J sometimes sleeps in the guest bedroom to give me a break from his snoring and to give his back a break from the dying mattress in the master bedroom and he'd mentioned about a week or so ago that he thought the bed smelled of cat piss, but he thought it might just be the litter box next to the bed needing to be changed out. Upon stripping the bed to launder the pissed upon linens, we discovered that the mattress pad showed many many other cat pissings. Thank Bast for the plastic mattress cover beneath that which was still intact from being put on from back when Diva cat was with us and having trouble controlling her pissings. The mattress itself, again, thank Bast, appears to be stain free...Whew...

Uly had yet another errant pissing event this evening while we were (finally) disassembling Christmas. J had the tree storage unit thingus (it's like a nylon thing with compartments for each part of an artificial tree with a handle on one end and wheels on the other for easy movement) out and laying flat on the floor, ready for the tree parts to be placed in it. Uly jumped in the open thingus, squatted, and PSSSS!!! Promptly pissed in it. Sweet Jesus Christ you never saw two people move so fast to get a cat out of a container!!!

Clearly something is up with our boy. J's able to work from home/take some time away from work to take Uly to the vet for a look-see. He has a past history of urinary crystals, which we still think are under control with Rx food, though that's not a certainty right now with his errant pissing of late. We'll find out tomorrow. It should be fun--arctic frigid temperatures and a cat who acts out at the vet? Yeah, good times, which is why J's taking time out of his day as I'm unable to assist the vet/techs to control Uly while they examine him (J can do so very well). Fingers crossed that it's nothing that we can't rectify, and we're hoping upon all hopes that it's not some weird sort of behavioral thing we'll have to learn to live with...

Dammit!! This is why we can't have nice things!!! :/
We had an almost two month streak of no errant shitting going, too. He was being such a good boy! Then BLAM! Errant shit pile in front of the entertainment center in the living room this morning after breakfast. A real good pile of what we somewhat affectionately refer to as "Lars Bars", a total stinker, so I knew going into the kitchen to brew my coffee after he ate that he did *Something*. Ew, it was still warm when I cleaned it up with the paper towels... :/

About all I can figure that set him off to do this was I gave him Petro Malt last night, a little extra than called for, because he's been dry coughing as though he's been trying to produce a hairball. Perhaps the urge to shit struck at an inopportune time and he was in a familiar old spot and decided to drop bars? I've long since stopped tried figuring out what makes this cat shit outside of the box...

Just a reminder--we have had him thoroughly checked for health related reasons and his errant shitting has been decreed purely behavioral. Doc B offered up a try on behavior modifying type medication to see if that might help, but we turned him down for obvious reasons--why medicate an obviously otherwise healthy and happy five 1/2 year old cat?

Sigh. The joys of owning "broken" cats. :/ As J says "good thing he's man pretty..." ;)
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