Ultrasounds and Revenge

(pic caption from the funny and talented Dot Winchell)

Yesterday, Joe and I loaded Marley up in her new snazzy cat carrier to head 2 hours south to Ithaca, to have an abdominal ultrasound done. Marley was not happy. We had to take her food away starting at 8pm the night before the appt. And then took her litter box away about 10am, so that she would have a full bladder for the ultrasound.  She was hungry - actually you would have thought she was starving to death. For a cat whose food is out 24/7, this was quite the adjustment.
For the first 20 minutes of the ride in the truck, she cried and cried to be let out. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I let her on my lap, but she kept going for Joe's lap, and I kept having to restrain her from impairing Joe's driving. Finally she crawled back in to the carrier (see above photo) and was comfy there poking her head out, for the rest of the drive to Ithaca! We thought this was such a hoot! I was expecting something much different than this...involving lots of cat yakking.

She went in right 1pm for her appointment- they had to shave her belly. They didn't allow me in for her appt so I don't know how she did with this. For those of us who "know" Marley, we know she's not the friendliest of cats with strangers.  They brought her back out in 30 minutes. Drool hanging from her right jowl and utterly pissed off. The radiologist brought us in to an exam room and told us that the good news was that they found no masses, no abnormalities, no cancer, no obstructions. The bad news was, they didn't have an answer to the elevated liver and kidney levels, the weight loss and eating habits that we've been experiencing for a few weeks now. We will talk to our vet tomorrow when she's back in the office to find out what the next steps should be.

The ride home went well and she ate approx. every 20 minutes ever since we returned to the house. But since last night I haven't seen the heavy drinking at all- but she still isn't herself. She's on top of me every minute, especially if I'm sitting.  She'll leave my lap, eat, drink and then hide on a dining room chair under the table but isn't wandering around or being independent- she's not venturing upstairs at all unless I'm beading or in bed. I'm still worried. I just wish I knew what the problem was. I hope whatever it is, will fix itself, and soon.