I Stepped on My Cat

Seriously. Last Sunday.

I went to bed after midnight on Saturday. At 3:02 a.m. Sunday morning, one of the kids woke up screaming from what appears to have been a nightmare. This immediately woke up the other child, who also began crying. This all penetrated my deep sleep stage with some difficulty. I stumbled out of bed and across the pitch black bedroom, stepping on a pile of laundry. With fur. One that began moving just as much of my weight was coming down onto said pile of fur.

Fuck.

I pulled back as best I could. The cat pulled himself free. I lost my balance.

At 3:19 a.m., I'm at the emergency vet clinic with a vomiting cat in a carrier full of bloody fluid.

"Accidents happen" they say, in calm, non-judgmental and very professional attempt to make me feel better.

Remarkably, the cat is fine now, at home and acting like his normal cheerful and ornery self. Dx: Trauma to stomach, liver, kidneys and bladder, complicated by existing, but previously unknown kidney stones and very early stages of renal disease, not so unusual in a 14 year old cat. Treatment: iv fluids for 24+ hours until kidney values come back to normal. Start kidney diet to begin to manage existing early kidney disease.

I'm so relieved. I love that damn cat.