Bailey the EXPENSIVE cat

  

When I picked Bailey out at the Humane Society over 3 years ago, I was drawn to his adorable personality, playful attitude and the fact that he didn't meow like the ANNOYING cat in the cage above him. But the biggest reason I picked him? Because of his big, fluffy, long haired fro. Everyone knows that I love Bailey's fro... exactly the reason why my roommates shaved him while D and I were on our honeymoon. I love his fro.



Well, his beautiful fro back fired on us here recently.



Yep. Two weeks ago while we were still staying at Darin's mom's house, he got the #3's. Missing his potty and that isn't like him. There were reasons I was worried (reasons that I will spare you) so I took him to the vet. They did tests on him to find that they couldn't find anything wrong with him. So they sent him home with pills and liquid medicine. Guess it was kitty pooper-dryer-upper stuff. He LOATHED his medicine. Hiding from us when he saw us coming near him with the syringe and bottle... growling, biting, scratching.. we have war wounds to prove. 5 days we had to give him that crap, 5 DAYS!! I was crying while giving it to him the last 2 nights because he hated it so much.



So, 2 forms of medicine and $90 at the vet, you'd assume he'd recover, right?



Um, no. Last Saturday as we moved him to our new house, he quit eating. We thought he was mad at us for the medicine or was sick of moving. Just pulling some 'tude cuz he was trying to make a statement. (Yes, he's THAT smart) But by last Thursday when he still wasn't eating, we started to get even more worried. Friday Darin took him to a different vet (ours was out of town) and they said they were very alarmed because it's not like an obese cat to just stop eating. They did an ex-ray to find that he had an obstruction in his belly. They gave him some muscle releasers to see if he'd poo on Friday night and if not, they were cutting him open on Saturday. All worried that he wouldn't recover well if they waited too long because he hadn't eaten in a week.



You betcha, he didn't poo Friday night so of course they had to do surgery. The vet called D later in the afternoon to tell us that the surgery went well, Bailey was recovering just fine and the obstruction WAS A HAIRBALL!



I wish I was joking.



He had a hairball lodged in his belly. I am not even going to tell you how much this hairball is costing us because you all would laugh me up and down. My dad about spewed out his pop from his nose when we told him how much it was going to be. The guys at work sent Darin an email of a plasma screen TV and tools... things he COULD have bought with the hairball money. Oh yes, it's that bad.



We still don't have Bailey at home yet. He's been there all weekend and can't come home until he poops. So, if everyone could say a little prayer that Bailey the EXPENSIVE cat could drop the kids off at the sandbox, I would greatly appreciate it. I miss him and we really don't want to pay for ANOTHER night's stay at the expensive pet hotel.



I am kinda hoping they send him home with one of those cone-head thingies. You know, so he doesn't lick his incision. We could use a good laugh at this point. You KNOW I'll show you a picture if they do!