Hmm - you may be right. I'm going to get on the phone tomorrow (Monday) and RIDE them (the one who totally blew me off last week, and her partner who was at least somewhat helpful) until I get some kind of help, and if I don't, it'll be the Yellow Pages.

Apparently it's a waiting game - the meloxicam (an NSAID) can eat up his insides if he's on it too long, and I don't know much about prazosin. But this is also an unusually stubborn case, and if it's left untreated, he CAN obstruct with all the inflammatory cells that his bladder's producing because of the pain.

This all started over a weekend, so I took him to the big 24/7 hospital, and they gave him the two too-short courses of medicine (the second when the first didn't clear it up), but then said they'd want to book him with a specialist - which, since he's not obstructed, would only mean more trauma for him.

Damn. He really likes Dr. O'Donnell and Dr. Gilbert, and I'd already chosen them over one in my own neighborhood who immediately decided I was a Crazy Cat Lady and needed to be communicated with in short, shouted words (I was wearing a hat at the time - I guess hat + cat = Crazy Cat Lady, and half deaf besides.) And he doesn't need to be stuffed into his carrier and terrified again - he just needs a little more medicine to give him time to heal. His bloods, urine, appetite, everything's fine except that he gets these clench/pain attacks, and in between he's his normal happy little self.

I did squirt a LOT of Feliway around the house yesterday, and we had our first uneventful day without meds, but it only bought us one day.

Love, Columbine