We were just going to catch a couple of feral strays, get them fixed and let them live happily ever after. But as you may have noticed, Junior hasn’t exactly been the fountain of great health. We’ve had him on antibiotics for two weeks to no avail. He’s got some issue with his urinary tract that refused to be fixed. On Tuesday, he plugged. We took him into the Vet, not really knowing what was going on, but knowing that howling in the litterbox wasn’t a positive. Even the vet was surprised he was plugged, given Junior’s energy levels and demeanor. Junior had also gone quite well throughout the night, so he couldn’t have been plugged for more than an hour or so.

Yes, well. It took a small operation and catheter insert to get things moving again. The vet, the Good Dr. Whitehill, highly recommended we leave Junior in the vet hospital until Friday or Sat. Hmm. That was going to run rather higher in expenses that we ever planned. Actually, at this point, let’s say we’ve already run higher than we imagined. But at any rate, we left him in overnight with plans to discuss again.

The follow-up call I received from Dr. Whitehill today informed me that Junior took matters into his own paws. Today, a mere 24 hours after his surgery, he pulled the catheter out, packed his bags and demanded to be sent home. Poor Dr. Whitehill. He really had no choice. What else could he do?

Home with us went bags of medicine and instruction sheets long enough to be a tax form…and a kitten that is rather annoyed to find the cat collar was *not* removed. Don’t worry though. He’s feisty and determined. We suspect that by morning, he will have figured a way to shred the “unbreakable, unshreddable” plastic.