Bernadette came home briefly from the vet and then was moved to a foster home where she can be the only cat. It will be MUCH easier to monitor her litterbox activity if she’s alone. She was also quite hissy with the resident cats this time.
She was eight days at the vet and she never did get her dental work done! But she got her “cherry eye” fixed. They were horrified to find out she was only peeing every other day! I thought she was having accidents that I couldn’t find although I was starting to suspect she was holding her pee. 😦 (She did have one big urine accident.) She also was only pooping every other day for them — not quite as serious but not great. So they watched and monitored and ordered special medicine for her. She came home with a human laxative and Cisapride, which helps the digestive tract perform better.
When the new foster person arrived Bernadette was hiding — under the couch, I thought. “Don’t worry,” I said, “she’ll come out for treats.” I got the treat bag, shook it, tossed a couple. Nothing. “That’s weird.” So we both looked under the couch. We found Murphy (!) but no Bernadette. I went to look in the bedroom. Nothing. Until I leaned on the — unmade! — bed to get a better look under the chest of drawers. There was a “chirp”. And there she was, under the pile of bedding!
She was not thrilled with being put back in a carrier so soon, but off she went. I haven’t heard any news. I’m going to hope that no news is good news.