I was in tears pretty quickly. Agamemnon didn’t have something as simple as a stomach ache. The doctor told me he had gone number one for at least a couple days so his kidneys were backed up, his blood was full of Potassium and his heart was trying to cope. This is when I wished cats could speak English to tell me what was bothering them. Seems he had been hiding this from me until he couldn’t bear it much longer.
The great staff at White Rock Vet Hospital fixed Aggie up and he finally took a whiz through a catheter (or is it a CAT-theter?, pun intended since I was crying until I saw him as per the video). Seems I have adopted another special-food-needed cat like Molly. Way back in 2003 or so, she had a stone in her the size of a shirt button (a dress shirt). Until her untimely demise, I had to feed her more expensive food to prevent another kidney stone. Agamemnon will require the same except I probably should rename him Hank Hill, click the link to see why. He’s going to be bummed about the open buffet ending and scheduled feedings which leads to puking; cats inhale like dogs when they’re not allowed to nibble at will. Isis doesn’t seem to care but I’m worried she’ll want to eat his food. Miette, Nemo and Kuroneko always did. Somehow they can smell the higher fat content which we Americans know, fat is what makes our horrible diet palatable!
Speaking of Isis. She has been taking this in stride. I’m confident she knows something is amiss because she can nap in peace or roam without a spontaneous wrestling match. If Agamemnon died, she’d probably mourn a while. She was of aware Miette and Nemo’s permanent departure and may ponder Kuroneko moving out.
Aggie and I thank you all for your support and kind words. I hope to bring him home tomorrow. Then will come the uphill battle to pay for his care. No worries, I have pulled through worse crises.