But Moms - and probably not Dads either - they never listen to us, do they?
I got hauled off to the Stabby Place today because Mom thought I hadn't ... excuse me... peed since 5 pm yesterday. Turns out I was just fine, she clearly mistook my output for one of Toby's. She was told kittehs on Prednisone produce more. Usually she's pretty good about telling which of us did what.
Well, confused hoomins are nothing new to any feline!
Gotta say, it ruined a purrfectly nice morning. I was all comfy upstairs with Toby on the bed when she comes home for lunch, an hour ahead of schedule, and tricks me into letting her grab me and force me into the PTU. Off we go, where Stabby Place lady finds just a tiny bit in my bladder. See? I was fine!
On a side note, I'm now almost supermodel skinny - just under 7 lbs. Last vet visit, January of 2013, I was almost 10. She was quite surprised about that too. We will just file that under Nothing New here.
And finally, an update on Toby - the Pred is working its magic and he is not limping anymore. We are all glad about that. My orange BFF is just not an adversary worthy of my steel (claws, that is!) when he's gimpy. Takes all the fun right out of it.