Today we’re moving back to Eastern Washington (again) and – let me tell you – it’s been a hell of a ride so far.
A few days ago, we decided to rent an SUV so that we could move some of our stuff in my father-in-law’s truck, and other stuff in the SUV. It was the best option because we knew his truck wouldn’t fit everything, and our car only fits the gigantic bean bag chair we found on top of a college dumpster last summer (i.e., the most valuable piece of furniture we own).
I booked the SUV a few days ago, a few days later than intended, for a one way trip. I’ve booked through Avis a million times, so I was confident that I’d read all of the fine print. Plus, the pre-pay process didn’t look any different than it’s looked in the past, so I had no reason to think the price I was paying then would not be the final price. Well folks, I’ve learned a lesson for you: ALWAYS READ THE FINE PRINT! When I went to pick it up today, they let me know that they were planning to charge $27-something for the first 80 miles of the one-way trip, and then $0.30 per mile after that. To avoid this turning into a product review: it was going to be way too expensive and I’m broke AF right now (which is why we’re moving in with my father-in-law), and can’t afford another $100 to move our stuff. Luckily we can get a uhaul trailer for the price of the original rental car price.
But that’s not all folks. I haven’t touched in the cat shit part of the title yet. So let’s get to it.
Last night our cat straight up attacked our dog. We were worried because he’s batted at her face before, he’s landed a nice right hook and claw on her ass before, but he has never attacked her: or anyone for that matter. We locked him in the bedroom and dismissed it as stress from the move.
After 20 minutes or so, we let him out, but this time he was obviously in pain. He was hunched weird and favoring his back, left leg and growling like he was in pain. He was also growling at the back half of his body (uhg – just thinking about it makes me sad again). We thought that his fluffy butt – which he had gotten wet and matted before we could brush his long hair – was pulling on his naughty bits. Checked it out: nothing. So then I did an exam of his lower body: squeezed his tummy, his penis (oh, the life of owning animals), poked where his testicles would be, and final pulled his tail away from his anus. As soon as I moved his tail, he started growling again. It also looked as though there were poop crusties and I remembered that he hadn’t pooped all day. I unprofessionally diagnosed him with constipation. I looked up cat UTI and cat constipation videos on a vet’s YouTube page (Thanks, Internet) and it seemed like a reasonable diagnoses.
Well, that led to feeding him pureed pumpkin, raw rabbit meat from Small Batch, and hoping for the best. Unfortunately, he wasn’t incredibly interested in that. Next, we went to the store and bought Miralax and tuna in oil (all of this at 1am, mind you).
Now, the next morning, I’m sitting in the vet’s office glad that the rental car didn’t work out. We’re at the vet’s office because he still hadn’t pooped this morning and was still a little (but way less) angry at his asshole. On my way here, he shit in the crate. When they took him back to make sure he’s stable, he shit again. And now, sitting next to me in the waiting room, I think he pooped again. But the vet thinks it’s a UTI, not constipation.
Okay, so what do these things have to do with one another?
As I mentioned: we’re broke; AF. The cost of the rental plus the gas (before the mileage debacle) would have come out to around $165-ish. But because Avis has a shitty way of informing their customers about mileage, I got a trailer for the same price, but don’t have to pay gas. And, now I can pay for our cat to get an exam and some antibiotics.
It’s crazy how things that seemed really shitty can magically work out when you need them too. I’m not happy that we have to use a trailer instead, and I’m not happy that our cat is sick, but I am ecstatic that these two things happened at such a time that it’s mutually beneficial for my finances.
Right now, it looks like maybe his penis is hurt. They’re not sure if it’s a UTI (I’m typing this up while I wait for the vet). But either way, he couldn’t have gotten sick at a more opportune time.
Signing off for now. By the time you read this, it’ll have been almost a week since the issue.