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Originally Posted by Cinisajoy
Do not let your cat read this post.
Be glad it was only one pair of shoes. I still do not know how Generic did it but he managed to get runny poop on all my clothes and shoes in my closet. Even the ones hanging up.
Generic was a black and white cat so named because generic food had just come out and the labels were black and white.
Note we found him a new home.
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Well...a cat that can poop horizontally probably needs a new home. Did he have IBS, or was this an isolated instance? Yowza.
Peanut the Mighty, a runt Ragdoll, has gone to that great Kitty playground in the sky, I'm sorry to say. She lived to be 18, and we fought cancer the last year of her life. Her companion, a seal-point Himalayan, Mr. Bud, lived for two years past that, leaving us one month before his 20th birthday. Now we are owned by Zep (Zeppelin) the male Brown Tabby MC, and his companion, Miss Storm, (real name, Minnie Mouse) also a runt, (a mere 10 lbs), a silver tabby MC.
If they decided to horizontally-poop in my closet, we'd have serious issues. The wee lassie has IBS that has been completely controlled (
praise Jesus and pass the expensive Catfood) by
Blue Buffalo's Adult Indoor Health for nearly two years now. But
before the BB Adult Indoor Health (no, I'm not a paid spokesperson, really), it was grim. I mean, "OH, BABY, get out the cotton balls and dip 'em in something like mentholatum, stick 'em in your nose, and try not to breathe, before you go into the hallway bath" (where the catbox lives) kind of grim. She had poo that was
all runny,
all the time. Not even soft-serve ice cream consistency. And the SMELL? Mother of heaven, it would make your eyes water.
Literally.
This went on for nearly a year, and then--through SHEER accident--I fed her some of the BB, and VOILA!, she was CURED. I mean nice, normal poo. Normal amount of smelliness. I've become a proselytizer for that damn food, I kid thee not.
Yup. It's sad to know that the high points in my life now surround things like poop. But there you go. Age does that to you.
Cins, what happened to your clothes? I assume that the clothes could be dry-cleaned, right? But the shoes went to the great dumpster?
Hitch