Ezzie is home, and resting comfortably. By which I mean that she is back to normal cat behavior. Here is proof.
She may have kidney problems later in life, but for now she's out of the woods. Mike and I aren't, however. Aside from having to pay our vet-inflated credit card bills, we have to give her a subcutaneous IV injection every day for a week. Translation: we have to give her a nice long slow shot in the neck to pump her full of fluids. I am not looking forward to this. But hey, it is much much better than having killed a cat with a bouquet of lilies.