Between worlds: observations of a semi-feral boy

I'm in the hospital again.

Last night was miserable.

I slept in one of the litterboxes, but couldn't pee in it.

I also got sick - both ends - on the basement floor.

Mama tried late last night by herself, and then early this morning with Daddy's help, to give me my Phenoxybenzamine. It's a capsule that can't be opened because the contents are really bitter, so she had to try to use the pill gun, but I wasn't having any of it. I got really mad at them this morning, so Mama said it was okay, they'd just leave me alone for a little while - which was all I really wanted in the first place..

I didn't want to eat the food with the Valium in it this morning, either.

So Mama took me back to the hospital again, and a different vet from the one I saw yesterday said that now I really am blocked. So I'm supposed to stay for a couple of days, and they'll unblock me and do tests and try to make me comfortable.

But even though I was already C-dated with a catheter in me, I heard Mama and that vet talking about Surgery. The last time I had Surgery I got my pockets picked, but this sounds a lot more serious. I don't want Surgery!

I just want to be able to pee when I need to, and not feel like I always have to pee when I really don't. Is that too much for a Cow!Cat to ask?

I'm scared. I don't like being scared.