when Pepper came to use the litter tray in front of us.
He squatted over the litter and no urine came out.
Then after that he visited the litter tray a few times with the same outcome.
Luckily we noticed it then,
because with four cats in the house,
it's kind of hard to keep track of who peed and who did not.
The next morning it was still the same.
He kept trying to urine but no urine, if not only a dot of urine came out.
We googled about such conditions online.
Seeing what were written about such conditions,
we really didn't dare to delay taking him to the vet.
Luckily we could take the afternoon off at short notice.
Perhaps now that we are using a carrier bag (instead of a normal animal carrier),
and perhaps due to Pepper's aura,
we didn't really get a lot of taxi drivers who couldn't see us standing on the kerb,
and managed to get a cab pretty fast to and from the vet.
Dr Vanessa still remembers Pepper! (and the Momo who terrorised Pepper then)
Luckily we promptly took him to the vet.
A urine catheter was inserted into his eh-hem,
and the urine which was extracted was bloody.
Even when Dr Vanessa kept assuring us that he was sedated
and would not feel any pain,
we still felt quite *heartpain* seeing him lie so lifelessly on the surgery table.
Because he was mildly sedated and semi-conscious,
his mouth was partly open and his tongue lolled to one side of his mouth.
Drool was coming out of his mouth and his eyes had this funny orientation about them.
Pepper recovering from sedation
Good luck to us in ensuring that all of it actually ends up in his mouth.

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