Somewhere Dad is having himself a big old laugh

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Took Moonbeam to the vet today to get those UTI symptoms looked at. Thankfully it is just a UTI. I came home laden with medicine and diet kitty food.

Also confirmed: Remember how I used to call Moonbeam the Cat of Indeterminate Gender? I'm not sure when in the past few years we all collectively defaulted to thinking of/referring to her as female, but lol, we apparently have an old Grandpa cat instead of an old Grandma cat. I am reminded of Grosse Pointe Blank in between giggling and shaking my head at this:

- So, is there a Mrs. Mysterio?
- No, but I do have a very nice cat.
- Not the same.
- Well, you don't know my cat, it's very demanding.
- It? You don't know if it's a boy or girl?
- I respect its privacy.

I need to watch that movie again, especially since thanks to renegadethumper, I now own it.

But seriously I am massively relieved that this is easily treatable and isn't something horribly serious. This morning as I was hanging out near the bathroom with her (him?) snuggling me, I looked down into the big Beamy eyes and thought about how I was not ready to lose this cat, especially so soon after losing Dad. In some weird way, it feels like Moonbeam is the last sort of living vestige of Dad I've got left. Needless to say, this thought turned me into a horrid sobbing mess, and bless hir little kitty cat heart, Moonbeam got worried, crawled into my lap and purred loudly at me until I got my shit together, which of course made me feel like an ass considering it's hir that's not doing so great right now.

But um yeah. Gender-fluid kitty is watching you... well you know.