Tiger, the largest of the Ferocious Feline Foursome, has something the matter with his liver and we're living on pins and needles until we find out what's the matter. He spent two days hiding under our bed, and I thought he was merely hiding from our granddaughter Tegan.
But Sunday night after we went to bed our daughter April knocked on the bedroom door and said Tiger was urinating blood.
We took him to the small animal emergency clinic, where he got a couple of injections and we were told if he wasn't a whole lot better Monday, to take him to our regular vet. That was the plan when I cam home from work and Tiger was crying from underneath the bed. I got him out from under the bed and into the car for the trip to the vet. He checked him out, and said Tiger was extremely dehydrated and he needed to stay overnight while they ran tests.
So we're waiting for the results. Tiger's down to 12 pounds from a high of 16. His siblings can feel something is amiss in the household and are quiet as church mice. It's very odd around the house. We're hoping things with Tiger aren't as bad as they can be.