Bill Roper's Journal

In the olden days (like a few months ago), Biggie only really peed once a day and pooped once a day usually in the mornings. Then he got this bladder issue about the same time as I changed the litter. I thought he was just going to the litter box so frequently to play with the new litter but, turns out, bladder issue. Then we switched foods to fix that to a food he does not love. And, in a stroke of genius, I decided to cut back on his OCD medication (and the vet said ok, so dumb and dumber). So for about a week he was all over the place, in and out of the yarn bins, in and out of my lap, in and out of the litter box, running all over the place always and chewing on shit.

SOOOO back onto the daily OCD meds. And the anxiety calmed right down. But then yesterday, he barely moved. When he did, he was chipper, but he spent all day napping in his bed and only got up a couple of times briefly. And no pee. He ate ok and was alert when he did arouse but still.

This morning, he's his normal Biggie. A nice big pee that was not nearly as nearly looking as previous pees. And he ate and he begged for his treat and then he went back to finish his morning nap. We go back to the vet week after next for retest and I'll be a little less stressed then but still, it's Biggie, so there will always be something.

I was going to skip the pool this morning and I still might. I'm lazy and my skin needs a break.

I did not talk to a single soul yesterday and it was lovely. Tomorrow is volleyball and elbow coffee - lots of souls so I think today, I'll go out and puzzle some - ease my way back into people. But, mostly, I'll do my usual stuff right in my lovely little apartment.