Tails of Poo
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bunchofgrapesTucker has another nickname: Poo Poo Kitty. It was the nickname of my first long-haired kitten, Basil, and after this morning, it's Tuck's too.
He came upstairs to look out the balcony door (there's a Willow tree full of squirrels and birds) and as he walked by, I got a whiff. Not a good whiff either. Sure enough, he had poo under his tail and all over his back end. Poor Tucker has had the runs since he came home last Sunday. I knew the poo in the tail would happen eventually and I'm surprised it took this long. The Vet seems to think his diarrhea is related to the change in his diet and the medicine he's been given. I remember Harry went through something similar when he was a kitten but he's a short hair. His only problem was that he stepped in it. Ew.
Anyway, I tried cleaning the poo off with some wet paper towels but that wasn't working so I had to resort to the most efficient way: the sink. I wrapped him in an old T-shirt and put his back end under the fawcet and it worked. All in all, he was pretty good about it too. Didn't completely freak out, didn't bite or hiss or growl--just mortified. After it was over, he let me dry him off and then he even came to me a few minutes later so I could apologize with lots of cooing and petting. It's really kind of amazing because even after that or the fun with Amoxycilian (he has a little sneeze and the vet wanted him to have it as a precaution), he doesn't run away from me after these horrible experiences.
Oh, and FYI, cat poo smell has to be one of the top ten nastiest smells on the planet. Right behind decomp. Ack!
Apparently my inability to name pets has carried over to fics. I've got this Brass/Sofia fic just about ready to post but for the life of me I cannot think of a name for it. FWIW, I have always been title-challenged. I think not having a title has been one of the many reasons why I haven't been all that enthusiastic about this fic. Normally, I'd be excited about getting something posted.
He came upstairs to look out the balcony door (there's a Willow tree full of squirrels and birds) and as he walked by, I got a whiff. Not a good whiff either. Sure enough, he had poo under his tail and all over his back end. Poor Tucker has had the runs since he came home last Sunday. I knew the poo in the tail would happen eventually and I'm surprised it took this long. The Vet seems to think his diarrhea is related to the change in his diet and the medicine he's been given. I remember Harry went through something similar when he was a kitten but he's a short hair. His only problem was that he stepped in it. Ew.
Anyway, I tried cleaning the poo off with some wet paper towels but that wasn't working so I had to resort to the most efficient way: the sink. I wrapped him in an old T-shirt and put his back end under the fawcet and it worked. All in all, he was pretty good about it too. Didn't completely freak out, didn't bite or hiss or growl--just mortified. After it was over, he let me dry him off and then he even came to me a few minutes later so I could apologize with lots of cooing and petting. It's really kind of amazing because even after that or the fun with Amoxycilian (he has a little sneeze and the vet wanted him to have it as a precaution), he doesn't run away from me after these horrible experiences.
Oh, and FYI, cat poo smell has to be one of the top ten nastiest smells on the planet. Right behind decomp. Ack!
Apparently my inability to name pets has carried over to fics. I've got this Brass/Sofia fic just about ready to post but for the life of me I cannot think of a name for it. FWIW, I have always been title-challenged. I think not having a title has been one of the many reasons why I haven't been all that enthusiastic about this fic. Normally, I'd be excited about getting something posted.
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Date: 2007-06-10 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-10 08:06 pm (UTC)There's a specialty "sensitive intestines" version of Hills kibble called "I/D", which is what ours eats most of the time. Here we can only buy it from our vet, though - it might come in handy if the problems persist?
If ours is too dirty we also resort to the sink, and if anything is too badly stuck, we trim off the matted fur. It's not super pretty to have the backside trimmed, but while he has gut problems it can be more practical.
Good luck with Kitty! :)
PS: I drew a beautiful paradisiac spot for my Brass fic challenge and I'm unhappy about it. LOL.
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Date: 2007-06-11 04:52 am (UTC)I've had to do the trim thing with my other cat. That was just...nasty. Luckily, Tucker is small and manageable. If it happens when he's older, that'll be loads of fun.
I saw your prompt. It made me even happier about my own. I can't imagine Brass going to Destin, FL unless maybe he's going there to find Ellie--and maybe taking Annie with him. He doesn't look like a Florida vacation kind of guy.
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Date: 2007-06-10 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-11 04:45 am (UTC)Still no name for fic. I keep thinking I want something hockey related but I can't think of anything so I should probably just give it up and name the damn thing something else. Oh, and I've had the window open for your fic for a day and a half now and I still haven't had time to read it.