Harley's turn

Every problem has a gift for you in its hands…..Richard Bach

I am wondering should I await my gift to arrive? ....

We came home from the Vet with James, who *talked* the entire ride home! Deep guttural sounds that almost formed words...weird. I have long suspected that cat can talk, and I'm beginning to think it's true.

We get home, and Madam B immediately begins to take care of James, getting his antibiotic and calming him ~ and now Pickles is in an unpleasant mood, because he is always hoping when one of the cats leave, they will not be back. So, he is dealing with that disappointment. And Harley was none to pleased either and was acting weirder than usual.
Madam B decided to sit outside and read, and Harley went with her. And that's when she noticed. Harley was having some problems.

Yup.

Of course, our vet is closed, as it's now 2:30 PM. This fact results in the need to go to the Emergency Hospital ~ because the receptionist told us that male cats cannot tolerate a urinary tract infection as long as a female because of the way their bodies are made, so we decide to head over there, at a price, I might mention, which will be 3 times the fee of a regular visit. But what are you going to do?

So, here we are in the hospital, and Harley is seemingly okay with the situation, considering the circumstances, but ~ have you ever had that feeling in your gut that a storm was brewing?

The girl who was on assist was quite capable and considerate and took Harley back a couple of times for things to be tested, and then the doctor came in to talk and tell us what she was going to do.

She went back to take a closer check on Harley and do the doctor things. She walked back in the room about 10 minutes later. In bandages. Yes. Her hand on the right and her arm from elbow to wrist on the left. She said, "Harley is very mad at me right now."

Long story short ~ Harley also destroyed our neighbors cat carrier along with the doctor. And the doc said, most likely, these infections were caused by the Dollar Store cat food!

He's now on antibiotics, ibuprofen, and special cat food. And Madam B is on rotation for medical duties.

Pickles was none to excited to see Harley return. But I love Pickles. The Cat with the Iron Clad Intestional System.