My sick cat

I have a sick cat. Buffy let me know Tuesday night that she is not feeling well by peeing on my bed. Fortunately, I was not in it at the time, but instead working on my computer. I didn't see this happen, but smelled it shortly afterwards. I immediately blamed Nite, and was chasing her around the house when I went back into the bedroom and caught Buffy doing it again!

I stripped the sheets and off and threw them in the washer, and noticed that the matress pad was bloody. This was when I realized that Buffy was sick, and this was her way of telling me. I spent the rest of the night following her around the apartment with a bucket of bleach and a can of Resolve, because she continued to leave bloody drops everywhere. I called the vet first thing in the morning and took her in. She has a urinary tract infection, and they gave me some amoxicillan to give her twice a day (that's fun, I have to force it down her throat.)

Yesterday all seemed well, then this morning I was rudely awakened to a pile of cat puke next to my head. Once again, the smell of bleach fills the bedroom. She better get over this quick.