Back in December, Sasha Kitten had a not so good health diagnosis from the vet. Since that time we have taken him back in to be treated for a respiratory infection which he beat like a champ. He has good days and bad, but quite honestly more good ones than I expected he would have. My little fighter kitty.
Over the last month (or maybe a little longer) we’ve noticed he has been pooping outside the litter box. I wasn’t sure if the other kitties were bullying him and keeping him away, so we put not one but TWO kitty litter boxes close to where he hangs out most in the living room. We aren’t noticing any pee smells anywhere, but he is still pooping in areas around the house.
This past weekend, he pooped several times around the house, soft serve icky sticky poo. AND I caught him vomiting at least 5 times. Again, soft serve icky sticky brightly colored watery vomit. Not just food. (That is the one good thing, he has his appetite and is drinking water.)
In my mama moment of panic, I found myself examining his back side to see if there was anything I could notice that might be wrong, and I found a lump. And when I touched the lump he howled. Was not a happy kitty at all. I told HWMMS about it and we made an appointment at the vet for Monday afternoon.
Ugh. I didn’t sleep at all. My stomach was in knots and I was full of dread.
At the vet, the tech checks out Sasha and when she gets to his backside area he gets meowy and uncomfortable (as usual, that is where it hurts the most for him and since he has been vomiting, I wonder how much pain meds he has in his system at all.) But she didn’t feel a lump.
The vet comes in and examines Sasha and the same thing happens.
Oh my GOD.
The lump I felt?
That’s called the PENIS.
Let me recap, I thought my cat’s penis was a cancerous lump.
At this point in time HWMMS is holding back laughter but does manage to say out loud…”I can’t wait to pay this bill, just for the story alone.”
The vet reminds me that he was vomiting and has diarrhea and those are true symptoms that something is going on…but all I can think about was how I was stroking my 15 year old cat’s penis trying to figure out if it was a lump.
In my defense, um ignorance, I didn’t actually look at the lump/penis. He wouldn’t let me get close. I was just going by feeling alone.
Yep. All Things Jennifer creating stories for her vets to share with their friends and family for years to come.
Sasha Kitten (and his penis) have a prescription bland diet food and two probiotics to assist him in whatever is going on right now. They are running a few tests as well. His penis for those who are wondering, is fine.