Damn cat goes to the vet again

As I may have mentioned in previous postings, my asshole cat, Poopsqueek, likes to wake me up every day at around 5am so he can go outside to relieve himself and sleep on the pavement. Yesterday I heard the meowing and scratching again. It was unusually dark when he started this. A quick check shows that it was 3am. I throw a pillow at him and doze off to blissful sleep.

That morning I wake up and notice he is somewhat lethargic and overly sweet. He is usually a spaztic asshole at this point in the morning. I go about my day normally and notice on occasion that he is just not acting normally. Around 9:30pm I settle down for the night on the couch to watch me some Daily Show. Poopsqueek is acting cute in his cat climbering thingymabob. I pick him up and squeeze him as usual. He screams like a gut shot whore as he always does. I sit down, put him on my lap, and proceed to pet him.

Suddenly I feel my legs getting a tad warm. Hmm. What is this strange moist warmth? Damn cat peed on my lap. I hop up, carry him to the back door, plop him outside. I shower and head to the couch. Hmm. What are these pink droplets on the floor.

Today I wake up to take Poopsqueek to the vet. Whine whine meow meow whine hiss hiss whine meow. Twenty minutes later I am at the vet. Vet squeezes the cat and there is the blood again.

So, damn cat is apparently too fat, eats too much, has a fucked up PH balance, all blood stuff tests are fucked, and has crystals in his bladder. He how has to take antibiotics, prescription cat food, and lose weight.

I will miss his chubbiness.