I was paying that “I know I’m going to lose you” special attention to DeeJay Wednesday and then on Thursday with Wally. Thursday, DeeJay was a little bit better and I figured out what the problem was. I make Brian’s lunch and he said Monday that he thought I’d be making a roast for his sandwiches. Heh. Seven at night, he wants me to cook a roast for his sandwiches. So, I clean out the crockpot (we had lemon chicken for dinner), get a roast out of the freezer, put it in the crockpot and set it on high. Next morning, walla, lunch meat.
At the bottom of the crockpot were all of the beef juices. I wisely put the crockpot down on the floor for the kitties to partake of this wondrous treat. Which I’ve been paying for ever since. DeeJay’s stool looked like brown water, I swear to God. Thursday it started forming a little better and Friday it looked even better. More like chocolate fudge pudding that’s set. (I love my feces to food analogies.) Wally was doing badly Thursday, it hit late morning, but I gave him a pepcid around three Friday morning (you know how it is when you have a sick pet, you can’t sleep) and he’s doing a lot better, too. He was actually eating and keeping it down by late Friday afternoon. I learned a lesson, no more mass quantities of beef juices.
Today, everyone is back to normal. Well, Potter still has nasty dirty fur, but other than that, he seems to be okay.
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