Summary: Jane returned home from Fort William this evening — where she’d stayed in a B&B for only 10 minutes, for £30.00, before turning around and driving back to Cellardyke. She arrived around 10:45, just in time for us to take our cat Spot to the vets as an emergency.
What a week! First the upset with the house, then Jane took the bus to her car on the other side of Edinburgh only to discover that her keys were still in a jacket in the office, and this afternoon she drove all the way to Fort William for a meeting tommorow, booked herself into her Bed & Breakfast (a very nice one, by all accounts) and managed to enjoy its plush surroundings for all of ten minutes before she learned — at 19:40 — that her meeting had been cancelled. Fifteen minutes, and thirty pounds later, Jane was back on the road and winding her way towards Spean Bridge, the A9, Perth and then Fife.
Spot had looked quite uncomfortable all evening, but wasn’t meowing any more than he normally does. He’s the kind of attention-seeker that would have fitted in well at TISEC when I was there. He’d certainly have given some (purple-ish) students a run for their money! But by late evening he couldn’t sit still. He’d turn, and yowl, and move and meow again; obviously in a lot of discomfort by now.
Jane rang the vet, and reassured that we weren’t being paranoid we loaded Spot into the car (safely caged in a cat carrier) and headed for St Monans.
“He’s very quiet,” I said as we drove through Pittenweem. “That’s very unlike him.”
Jane reached back and gave him a gentle prod through the cat carrier’s grille. “He’s not moving,” said said, her voice had an air of panic.
“REALLY?!” I said. “Do you want me to stop?”
I began to speed up a little, determined to get to the vets quickly. I had visions of performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on a cat at the side of the A917.
“MEEEOOOOWWWW!” squealed Spot.
“Welcome back!” We both sighed and drove on into the darkness between Pittenweem and St Monans.
We were right to take him in. It was indeed an emergency. Spot’s bladder was completely full, and his pee tube (it gets no more technical than that on this blog!) was blocked with some kind of fine crystals that looked like sand. We’ve left him there overnight where he’ll get sedated and his bladder drained by one method or another.
Poor wee thing. Prayers please for little Spotty, and his brother Smudge who will be wondering all night where he is. If it wasn’t for this thick cold that I have I reckon I’d not be getting any sleep tonight anyway.