Sylvester has been having problems with blood in his urine for a while now. The vet gave him two antibiotic shots that didn’t work. We took him back Monday and the vet said Sylvester needs a different antibiotic that has to be given orally twice a day. We knew we couldn’t do it! So we are boarding him at the vet’s for about ten days so they can do it. They’re also putting him on a special diet that is supposed to help prevent kidney stones.

They said we could visit, so on Tuesday we took a blanket, two kitty toys and a little kitty dope. We took treats, but they said he couldn’t have them.

A guard led us down into the dungeon where Sly was interned with several other cats. He had just had a little accident involving his food bowl, his water dish, and his litter box, so he wasn’t looking his regular dapper self. He insisted that we not take a picture of him in his cell, so we got him while he was out in the “yard.” Here he is doing his stretches.

I think he was trying to figure out if he could fit into Leah’s purse.

There was one pretty and friendly orange tabby in the next cell. He wanted to play patty cake with Leah.

He also enjoyed a little head rub.

He was quite a handsome fellow (pretty lady?). We couldn’t tell from his name plate (“Bae?”).

He didn’t want us to leave.

One of Sly’s downstairs neighbors was in recovery.

He had just been neutered and was scheduled to go home that day. He was really out of it.

We almost missed these two.

I thought they were trustees, but the guard said they were the office cats and they started staying up there when the weather turned cooler. They watched us the whole time, although they didn’t really seem all that interested.

Sylvester was not a happy camper. Leah sprinkled some catnip on his blankie that we brought from home. As we left, he curled up on it and looked like he might take a nap after a few hits. Of course there’s not much for him to do but sleep. And plot his revenge. And it’s going to be bad!