I woke up yesterday to find a few small poop spots on the bottom part of my bed’s top sheet, my side of course. Taking a sniff at my (long-haired) cat Mollie who usually resides there determined she was the culprit.
I laundered all the bedding since the blankets were dark and you wouldn’t be able to see poop marks if there were any there. That’s two loads.
Scooped up the cat and washed her bottom. I was congratulating myself because I was so cool. I had the water, soap, towel and everything ready to go so I could pick her up and wash her before she had time to react. We were done in less than five minutes. No scratches or bites. Minimal howling. Of course three other cats watched the whole event because that’s what they do.
They were entwined in my feet the whole time. I almost tripped. That’s also what they do.
All the litter boxes were cleaned and I replaced the poopy doggie piddle pad that sat in front of the boxes catching stray litter. Life was good.
I was at my computer enjoying my Starbucks when Mollie sashays into the room. She doesn’t walk, she always sashays. Always. Sniff, sniff. Whaaat?
Scooped her up again. She had more diarrhea so there is more poop on her rear fur only now she is spooked. No more baths for her! Can’t catch her. I put towels on all her sleeping spots (more laundry later) and re-cleaned the litter boxes.
I see her back in the litter box. She poops a dime’s worth of goo every 20 minutes. I called the vet for a (hopefully) easy solution. They were closed.
The internet tells me to feed her rice. Right, like she would eat rice. She explains to me that she is not Siamese. I can shove my damn rice! (That’s almost a direct quote. I edited out the really naughty words.)
I was able to trim her back fur (she has a sort of Mohawk thing going on now) and kept an eye on her hoping it was a short-term illness. I have wallpapered all the best sleeping spots with towels (more laundry).
She seems better today.
Back to enjoying the afterglow of my birthday week.
Have a great day.