I've had a bad week. On Tuesday my mom noticed that I was trying to pee every couple of minutes out in the garden. You know what that means. I was hauled off to the doctor in a nanosecond. Of course that's easier said than done with me, as I'm hard to catch. Dad had to get me by the scruff of my neck, just like a kitten. The v-e-t found tons of crystals in my pee, so they gave me some shots, took a way cool x-ray of my insides and now I'm waiting for my v-e-t to take a closer look at the x-ray to make sure I don't have a stone in my bladder since my x-ray was kind of inconclusive. I'm now stuck inside, so good thing I got some nip earlier in the week. I'm feeling a little better now, and I've got new food to eat too. I think it's ok.