For those who don't know, we have a cat. This cat, RC by name (short for Rum & Coke, which she had a fondness for getting into as a kitten), is, I believe, 18 years old. Quite old for a housecat. She's had a good run.
Today she goes to the vet, as she's been peeing everywhere but her litterbox. No change in the litter or the location of the box. She still craps in it, though
mousecat0 seems to feel there's something off with that. There's a host of problems, including the fact that she's gotten rather thin.
I suspect rather strongly that she won't be coming home from the vet's office.
This is going to hit
mousecat0 hard. We're ~4 days from the first anniversary of her father's death. She's raised RC from a kitten. The kids are gonna be hit hard too.
I was going to stay late today to make up the hours I missed on Monday. If my suspicion is right, I'll postpone that and stay late next Monday. They're going to need me more at home.
So if you can, spare a kind thought for
mousecat0 and the kids today.
Updates as needed.