Vet

Micia met the vet today. She was following me around. She'd cry, then squat, pee about six drops, then walk off. She peed three times on the futon (covered it w/plastic Saturday) while I was sitting there. Followed me down to the laundry room & peed on the door mat that I haven't put back outside yet. I called the Chicago vet from the office & they're faxing her medical records over. She was very polite: just squeaked as he inspected her (the assistant said she didn't look her age--which she doesn't)--even let him look in her ears with nary a peep. They had the cutest little kitty, and a simply gorgeous mama cat who's about to give birth. I told him I was just about to put my name on his kitty list when Christine called to ask if we'd take Micia. Don't know whether Jim would tolerate a kitty from that mommy--she's very furry. They're refilling Micia's prednisolone. She's using the litter box, but she doesn't like the lid all of a sudden (in the last week--used it to pee but pooped on the rug 8-( ). Maybe it's PTSD? We'll see. She's eating & drinking & snuggling & playing like normal...