Here I am all worried about Cosmo, and it's Trill who scares the #$%^
out of me.

I woke up a few days ago, and Trill was in the litterbox.  He was in
there quite awhile, and then got out.  While I went to the bathroom, he
tried another litterbox, and then another.

Oh, damn!  I've seen it too many times.  He had a urinary blockage.

A friend ran me and Trill to the vet's, and sure enough, the vet talked
to Trill and said "Your mommy knows, doesn't she?"  and nodded his head
to indicate Trill was, indeed, blocked.

Luckily, it was caught probably pretty early.  The vet even let me come
back with he and the vet tech to watch them unblock him.  They were
hoping they could do it without giving him a sedative, but I probably
should have told them "Trill?  Hahahahahahaha."  Poor guy looked so
pathetic after he got a sedative, but they got him catheterized, and he
had to stay overnight.  He seems to be fine now, but now I have to find
him a urinary diet, or buy c/d from the vet.

Picking him up was rather a weird adventure.  I had to take cabs this
time.  The first guy was really nice, and shut off the meter early, and
wouldn't even take a tip!  The guy on the way back was the complete
opposite.  The first thing he said looking at my carrier was "Put THAT
on the floor".   Grrrrrrrrr.  I don't know what country he was from, but
 I'm betting it's one where cats are not particularly loved.  He tried
to  tell me the cab company can't transport animals since 2 years ago
(right - all the times I've called and told them flat-out I'm
transporting a cat were wrong.  Geez.}.  He kept trying to shush Trill,
too.  It's okay, though.  Trill didn't like him either, and sweetly let
him know by peeing in the carrier.  <Big Evil Grin>

Ginger-lyn