The kind that's proceded by a loud blat and then expulsion. Okay, which kitty was it? I look around for the normally splatty gassy cats. Mystie is on the sofa, Opie is on Brian, Pete is right there, under the table. Hmm, who could it be?
I get up and check. It was Jackie. And I look at what he dropped off. And I'm very, very pleased!It had some kind of form! It wasn't like gravy when it first starts cooking and hasn't had a chance to thicken, it was the consistency of frosting you spread on a cake! (Again with the food analogies.)
It would appear the Vetasyl is working on his inflammatory bowel problem. All these years of his nasty, runny stool, finally it looks like I've found something that won't hurt any of the cats (actually beneficial) and is helping Jackie. Yesterday I had mentioned to Brian that Jackie looks like he's gaining a little weight, then I see his poo last night.
This made me so happy.
And I cleaned it up before someone stepped in it.
And there was no poo on the floor anywhere this morning. Yay!
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