Friday Cat Blogging: Hobbes' Rotten No Good Really Awful Week

I worry that the cats, lacking comprehensible human speech and opposable thumbs, might be unable to let me know if something is wrong. I needn't have worried - when poor Hobbes found himself in distress, he came up to me and howled like a lost soul.

Then he sqatted in front of me (unproductively) and made me chase him around the house while he howled miserably and squatted periodically. I captured him, finally, and off we went to the Veterinary Clinic. Because, of course, it was Saturday and our beloved pets never get sick when the less expensive vet is open.

It turned out my poor little boy was... ahem... impacted, and spent several miserable hours getting the best medical care my savings can provide, and eventually being relieved of his burden. Complete with anesthesia. Poor kitty.

Then the poor dear got dragged home only to suffer his sister Piper's (right) hisses and outrage. This is something they both do, and it drives me nuts. When one of them goes to the vet, the other then hisses and snarls for days, as if the sibling had transformed into some horrific monster. The vet suggested, in all seriousness, that I rub the returned cat with dirty laundry in hopes of creating a familiar smell. Which I do, but it doesn't seem to help. I've even tried rubbing the stay-at-home cat with the dirty laundry and then rubbing it on the returned cat. And still they fuss.

Returned from torture, Hobbes lolled around on my bed disdaining food and water for about a day, worrying me even more. I took him to our vet for a followup visit on Wednesday (more chasing and stuffing into the cat carrier, and a terrifying car ride (if his complaints are to be believed) and all that poking and prodding).

He seems to be okay now... but who can blame him for just wanting a good snooze?