Theoria

Insofar as cat-friends go, Igge is one of my better cat-friends (although he wasn’t always one of my better cat-friends: at one point in time he prefered to believe that I did not exist). There are two things that Igge really loves to do: be annoying and eat. These two favourite activities fuse together in the morning when he acts in an annoying way in order to compel me to allow him to eat.Yesterday was an exception. He let me sleep in until about eleven without bothering me at all. Normally he’d start bothering me around nine thirty or ten. When I woke up and went to my office, as I always do before feeding them, I found Igge asleep in a corner formed by my desk and a filing cabinet. He looked up at me and went back to sleeping.

Soon I went to make their food, but Igge didn’t come down for breakfast. I brought his bowl up to him, but he wasn’t interested. In our experience, the best way to determine if a pet is sick or not is to try to feed them: if they don’t eat, they need to go to the vet.

The earliest appointment we could get was at two forty-five in the afternoon. So we got ready and sat around and waited. During this time we observed Igge’s behavior and determined that his behavior was not dissimilar to the way Calvin acts when he has a urinary tract infection. We decided that we had diagnosed him and that all we need was a ten day supply of antibiotics.

Eventually the vet determined that it wasn’t a urinary tract or bladder infection. But she wasn’t too sure what it was. So Igge spent the night at the vet’s clinic. After doing bloodwork and urinalysis, the vet determined that, other than being constipted, there was nothing wrong him. (Although his ears were a bit dirty.) No one seems to know why, but it seems that he can’t poo for some reason. So, the vet endeavoured to induce him to poo, which he refused to do. Hopefully the vet will soon get him to poo and figure out a way to keep him pooing. And then we can bring him home.