Simon is 13. He's gangsta. He's always been a thin kitty, but in the last month of so he's got like REEEEALLL skinny. Mom thought it was due to his teeth, so she went to an all canned food diet. This didn't help. He also began having diareah (cha cha cha) of a pudding consitancy. And STEEN-KEY! OMG even I didn't find it appetizing!
So after much worry, Mom loaded him up and took him to Dr. Vet Friday. Mom was terrified of something like the "C" word or the first stages of kidney failure. Mom didn't have a cat carrier so she had to make a bootleg-ghetto one from a paperbox at work. It was pretty good (mom should have got a pic of it, but she was so worried she forgot about documenting for my blog...sigh) but even the vet staff kinda made fun of it!Simon did great at Dr. Vet (since he's gangsta, he's very laid back...very). Dr. Vet took some blood to do a full blood panel and said she'd call mom that night. She said it could be anything and we wouldn't know what to do until she got the blood work back.
Mom isn't a very patient person, so anytime the phone rang she got excited/nervous. I thought she almost went rabid wombat at the poor Omaha Steaks telemarketer. Finally, Dr. Vet called....verdict...Simon is hyperthyroid! Mom was quite happy with this...his kidney's are great, no inkling of the "C" word and since mom was hyperthyroid, she can use her old prescripton for Simon!
So, Simon is all good. He's not acting as starving and he goes back in two weeks for a check up...the litterboxes are less stinky aka more appetizing again. Thank you all for your prayers and good mojo for Simon! I've done my part by giving him tons of magical Anna kisses and slobbers...they have healing powers, so I know he'll be fine!!