Visiting Hours

Photo taken by my daughter using iPhone.  He really wanted to climb that bookshelf...

Jay wasn't allowed to come home from the hospital today, but we did get to go visit him.  The vet called to let me know he was doing much better today.  "He's headbutting the cage and rubbing up against the side.  I think he would be happy to see you."

Yay!  He must be feeling better.  I waited until my daughter got home from school so we could go together.  We told the receptionist we were there to visit Jay and then noticed a cat lounging on the counter.  Such a friendly, cute little cat it was.  We couldn't resist petting.

I told my daughter she needed to wash her hands since she touched the other cat and she didn't believe me.  Personally, I wash my hands after handling any animal - including my own pets.  I haven't been able to convince my daughter she should do the same.  She asked the receptionist if she needed to wash.  "Always a good idea," she responded. 

We both scrubbed and then headed to the exam room where they had taken Jay.  He had a blue collar around his neck to discourage licking and a catheter connected via a tube to a bag collecting his urine.  The tube was secured to his tail to help stabilize it, but we couldn't let him move around to much, which upset him.  He was very happy to see us at first, but when we didn't let him jump off the examination table to go exploring or let him climb the bookshelves he became annoyed, growling his displeasure.  It's good because that means his condition is improving, but bad because it meant we couldn't stay very long. 

I'm hoping there's not so much blood in his urine tomorrow and the vet lets him come home.