The Small One is a wee bit out of it right now.
After an evening of very un-Small-One-like behaviour, yesterday morning we got to partake in a Very Special Easter Egg hunt.
“Very Special” in that it wasn’t Easter.
And the eggs were replaced by small droplets of pee.
Very smelly pee.
So we took him to the vet.
The verdict? He has crystals, which — insert parental warning here — the vet says makes him feel like he is “peeing razor blades”.
So he’s on some pain meds and we just bought a few flats of special wet food that cost as much as our groceries for a week.
(He’s totally worth it.)
He’s already feeling better, but his medication is definitely making him even dopier than normal.
Last night, he spent an hour sitting on the living room floor staring at the leg of the coffee table.
And it wasn’t even doing anything.
(You never can tell with that coffee table.)