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It's a bilbo!post!
Poor Mr Bilbo. He's not been very well the last few days.
The last few mornings Bilbo's been throwing up. Being a little boy cat it's definitely not morning sickness and he's been fine once he's been sick going "oh hai, iz it breakfast tiem nao?"
Worried that he'd accidentally poisoned himself I pulled on the rubber gloves and when I was cleaning up I was checking for slug pellets or lily petals or anything like that. Because that cat will eat anything! I couldn't find anything so I decided to take him to the V E T S today. In a tricksey manner I tried to tire him out with his laser pen and his fish on a string so that he would be a bit more pliable to get into the cat basket.
Fat chance of that.
I did eventually get him into the cat basket only to trap his tail in the lid. Oops.
The vets always look a bit worried when I walk towards them with a hissing cat basket, although Bilbo was quite well behaved for a V E T S visit. He tolerated being poked and prodded by the vet who diagnosed that Bilbo was either:
a) pregnant (unlikely, being a little boy cat)
b) suffering with heartburn.
I didn't even know that cats could get heartburn. For his troubles Bilbo got two injections (one anti-inflammatory to reduce any owies in his stomach/throat, one steroid-based to calm the nausea) and I was packed off home with some medicine that I need to try and get in his face twice a day.
I didn't do so well tonight and ended up hiding it in Bilbo's food. I am made of fail.
So that cost me £53 tonight :/
And if he's still throwing up by the end of the week he needs to go back again for blood tests and an x-ray in case there's a problem with his insides.
Whilst the vet was checking down his throat he commented on how Bilbo's teeth need a bit of a clean (I value my face and my arms, I'm not sticking anything in his mouth!) so Bilbo will be back off to the V E T S at some point soon to have his teeth cleaned (He'll be sedated for this, it's probably for the best).
The last few mornings Bilbo's been throwing up. Being a little boy cat it's definitely not morning sickness and he's been fine once he's been sick going "oh hai, iz it breakfast tiem nao?"
Worried that he'd accidentally poisoned himself I pulled on the rubber gloves and when I was cleaning up I was checking for slug pellets or lily petals or anything like that. Because that cat will eat anything! I couldn't find anything so I decided to take him to the V E T S today. In a tricksey manner I tried to tire him out with his laser pen and his fish on a string so that he would be a bit more pliable to get into the cat basket.
Fat chance of that.
I did eventually get him into the cat basket only to trap his tail in the lid. Oops.
The vets always look a bit worried when I walk towards them with a hissing cat basket, although Bilbo was quite well behaved for a V E T S visit. He tolerated being poked and prodded by the vet who diagnosed that Bilbo was either:
a) pregnant (unlikely, being a little boy cat)
b) suffering with heartburn.
I didn't even know that cats could get heartburn. For his troubles Bilbo got two injections (one anti-inflammatory to reduce any owies in his stomach/throat, one steroid-based to calm the nausea) and I was packed off home with some medicine that I need to try and get in his face twice a day.
I didn't do so well tonight and ended up hiding it in Bilbo's food. I am made of fail.
So that cost me £53 tonight :/
And if he's still throwing up by the end of the week he needs to go back again for blood tests and an x-ray in case there's a problem with his insides.
Whilst the vet was checking down his throat he commented on how Bilbo's teeth need a bit of a clean (I value my face and my arms, I'm not sticking anything in his mouth!) so Bilbo will be back off to the V E T S at some point soon to have his teeth cleaned (He'll be sedated for this, it's probably for the best).
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For something that manages to stick to you so very well when it wants a cuddle, they sure can make themselves scarce when it's something to be shoved down their gob.
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