I think I’m resigning myself to the idea that Lonee will never have ongoing good stools for the rest of her life. *sigh*
Yesterday, she went under the bookcase, and it was good. I didn’t clean it up, though, I wanted it to dry out a little. Since it’s a far reach for me, I didn’t want to make the mess worse. She hadn’t gone again until this morning, right before we left for breakfast. I smelled it first, checked the usual places, and found it on one of the cat mats by the cat beds.
We were on our way out to breakfast, so I left it until we got home. First thing Brian says when we walk in the door “geez, it smells in here”. Well, duh, I told you before we left, but you were so ready to walk out the door, you were waiting in the car before I had a chance to do anything. I grabbed the mat, took it outside and hosed it off.
Brian brought some wood in for me to put under the bookcase so that she can’t go under there anymore and I cleaned yesterday’s pile out and put the wood blocks under the bookcase.
But she’s a happy kitty! She comes to me for pets and loves and purrs and talks. I felt bad for her last night when I was taking the soft food to the office. She just looked at me like “where’s mine?”. I’m sorry, little Lonee. I just don’t think your intestines can take it.
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