My poor little (huge!) gorgeous lovely huggable snuggly dribbly sweet natured moggie is poorly. I took him to the vet last week and he was diagnosed with cystitis (ouch!) so he had antibiotics and seemed to get better but this morning there was a bit of blood in his urine and he's feeling very sorry for himself (he gets really cuddly and clingy when he's feeling poorly). I took him back to the vet (he gets totally stressed out in his cat travel box too so its always such a trauma taking him - poor lad) this morning, and I thought he'd probably give me another course of antibiotics and I'd be able to take him back home, but they've kept him in to x-ray his little tum and see if there is anything in his bladder and kidneys (stones/crystals/tumours/etc) and to take a sample of urine straight from his bladder (long needle straight through his tummy into his bladder to get a sterile sample!!). Sniffle. He's a rescue cat (we got him last year) and I didnt want to leave him there incase he thinks he's being abandoned again (he was lost once - they think - and abandoned at a (different) rescue centre once (he was chipped but they did a moonlight flit apparently!) and I imagine him thinking he's been naughty and abandoned and trying to work out what he did wrong and it makes me cry! I know I'm attributing too much of a thought process to my little moggie - he's just such a good boy and I dont want him to be sad!! Currently I'm sitting at my desk (being totally unproductive!) waiting for the vet to ring and tell me how he is. Sorry to drivel on. I just feel blue!