Well, she’s doing a million times better at this point. The meat helped her get through her period of not wanting to eat. Her stool isn’t always as nice and firm as I’d like it to be, but it’s so very, very much better than it had been.
She did poop under the bookcase in the family room Friday morning and I had to lay on my belly to reach under there and clean it up and it wasn’t one of the nice ones. I refreshed the batteries in the Scat machine, keep her the hell from under there. Blech.
But she’s right there when I hand out the treats in the morning and at night. Well, not with the unwashed crowd, but up on her own little perch. If I’m not quick enough for her I can hear her calling for me to move a little quicker.
I love it!