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I've seen my cat carrier a million times. It sits in my storage locker, atop of the stack of boxes and boxes of crap I keep yet never need.

Actually, that's not true. There is one thing I need in that stack of boxes, and that one thing is always in the bottom box, which means I have to remove the cat carrier and all of the boxes to reach the box with that one item.

I wanted to pitch the cat carrier a long time ago, since it takes up valuable space, but I knew I should keep it in case of an emergency.

Tonight, that cat carrier looks so different.

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Today began like any typical autumn day.

7:45am, I woke with a breath of... "Ew!" Ahh yes, Simon had come to greet me with a soft yet urgent "prrr prrr prrr!", which sends puffs of what smells like yesterday's tuna into my nostrils.

Ugh. "Not yet Simon, not yet."

I sat up to plead for ten more minutes ("WTF? Don't you guys come with a snooze button?"). Tucker shot Simon and I a quick glance that said:

...to Rob: "You're not funny."
...to Simon: "Get him up."

Tucker runs the show around here, so Simon did as he was told. Shortly thereafter, the boys were eating breakfast, and I was sipping coffee.

Yep, today was just a typical day... no different than any other.

By noon, I knew something wasn't right. Simon was casually lounging in bed, but Tucker was walking in and out of the litter box.

He'd walk in, scrape around a little, and walk out. Then he'd go under the bed and complain. The box wasn't dirty since I'd just changed it...

"What's up, Fuzz?"

Pace, pace. "Maow."
Pace, pace. "Mahhw."

By 2:00, I'd scheduled a 7:20pm vet visit.
By 3:20, I'd rescheduled it for 4:20.
By 4:00, I was at the vet with a very grumpy Tucker.
By 4:15, I was walking back home. Alone.

I could tell by the way the vet's assistant carried Tucker away from me that these were good people. And I could tell when the vet returned without him that the news wasn't good.

Tucker has a blocked urinary tract. Or something to that effect. At this moment, he is under anesthesia, and I'm waiting for a call from the vet to find out what happens next.

I know he's going to be ok (this, I keep telling myself again and again), but it's not right not having him here, and waiting for the phone to ring feels like an eternity.

...sigh.

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I'm thankful to live only three blocks from a vet, but the walk felt ten times further when I returned with an empty cat carrier. And the empty cat carrier sits on my dresser because I don't have the heart to put it back in storage.

"I can't put it in storage. I need to bring my boy back home."

Hopefully I'll be doing that tomorrow.

Get well, Fuzzy buddy.... get well soon. We miss you already. And please be nice to the people who are doing everything they can to make sure you're going to be ok.

...sigh.

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Mini-Update:

Well, I don't know the whole story yet, but it looks like Tucker is coming out of anesthesia and the poor little guy temporarily has a catheter. Sound like he's going to be fine though, which is a huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge huge
huge
Huge
HuGe
HUGE
RELIEF!

God, this whole thing happened so fast.

Poor fuzz!!!!!!

::::: | Friday, Oct 27 2006 at 5:31 PM
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Comments:


Holly said:

I'm so very sorry to hear that the Tooka Fuzz is sick. He is a cat among cats. I hope he makes it through. Simon would be lost without him.

::::: | October 28, 2006 12:21 PM




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