Josie went to the veterinary yesterday, to make certain that her urinary tract infection of three weeks ago had been vanquished. She had finished her fortnight’s course of anti-biotic, and I would have been surprised had it not done its job, as my Chubs was feeling better after the first day of treatment. She arrived at the hospital with a full bladder, so a sample of her urine was easily taken. The infection is gone.
The Great White’s behaviour at the hospital was interesting. She spent the first half wandering about the examination room, meowing, quite restless. Then she decided that all was well and settled down on a padded bench, purring. The purrs may have been nervousness, but her attitude did not suggest this. Something seems to have told her to relax; it was just a matter of waiting to go home.
Go home we did, and Josie spent the rest of the day, snoozing, looking out the bedroom window and eating some treats, presented for being such a good girl. I think she may have found the day satisfactory, after all. I know I did.