Milking the Kitty's Bladder

Last night an amazing fountain of urine, wild and comic. This morning a steady dribble at best, accompanied by yowling. The chemotherapy does not seem to have achieved improvement, so the first Hail Mary falls to earth. Now we test for some obscure fungus and then we hit him with strong doses of steroids, which have some bad side effects, the vet warns so seriously.

But the side effect of his failure to improve is euthanasia I told the vet, whose expression was concerned but inscrutable if that's not an oxymoron.