After consulting the Internets, some friends and the vet, Mom first put butter on the tops of my paws. WELL I FLIPPED OUT and ran away, leaving a trail of butter behind me. Looking back, it was pretty funny seeing streaks that looked like a skier had been in the kitchen. Anyway, next Mom wrapped me up with a towel in what she calls The Burrito (usually saved for rare occasions when she doesn't trust my claws) and gave me some olive oil.I was not pleased!
I swallowed most of the oil but some of it stuck in my fur for days. It was in that hard to reach spot on my neck. Anyway, Dad went to a local store and looked for some of that stuff in a tube that they usually give me but he couldn't find any. The final last step of abuse I suffered was the removal of the hard crunchy cat food! Mom decided we should live on a diet of soft food for 24 hours to help "move things along." Most cats would enjoy that but personally, if I had a choice I'd go for our Iams Hairball formula any day.
They decided to wait it out and see what happened. The thing they didn't notice until much later was a small hard turd lying in the doorway of the bedroom. Even when I'm not feeling well, I'm sure to keep the element of surprise!!
Over the next few days I made several large deposits in the litter box. Mom and Dad even had the gall to STARE at me and watch my every move! It was so embarrassing, I couldn't bury my business fast enough! The good news is I'm back to normal. Mom is talking about making changes to my diet so this doesn't happen again. Hopefully it doesn't involve The Burrito!
I'd like to thank you all for your well wishes, I feel so loved! Mom is a little jealous that more cats comment on our blog than humans do on hers but she has NO idea how tight we cats are!
