Between worlds: observations of a semi-feral boy

MORE medicine! :(

Mama noticed last night that I was spending a lot of time trying to use the litterbox, as well as acting like I was going to go in places she doesn't want me to go in, like plants and the floor and on her dresser. So today she called the vet again.

My regular vet is out of town for the week, so I had to go see another vet. The office is further away, and I sang a long song on the drive over to let Mama know I wasn't really happy about the long ride. Dr. Omar was furry nice though. He did some rude things to me, but he said I was a nice boy. He told Mama to feed me wet food not dry, had his techs give me sub-q fluids, and prescribed me Valium and Phenoxybenzamine to try to reduce the frequency/urgency I feel the need to go. The meds made me a little sleepy, so Mama and I napped all afternoon. Mama also put a litterbox in the downstairs bathroom, so that I have one closer than the basement if I feel the sudden need to go. She thinks maybe if I'm feeling urgency, I just look for someplace closer to where I am than the basement.

I sure hope this helps. Mama says I've been her problem child lately, and I don't want to be a problem child! I want to be healthy, and comfy, and not make messes. Please wish me luck with this!