Thursday, July 28, 2016

I'm having a poopy day -- literally

The last two days haven't been great. On top of the fact that Mom is under the weather and I should be snuggling with her, I was stopped up yesterday. I kept trying to hack up a hairball (but only produced foam) and then had loose stool that kept making a mess on my furs that Mom had to clean up. Well, we were low on food and Dad had some cheap food in his car for the parking lot cat at work that he gave us, and that, along with some cat grass, has seemed to do the trick to loosen everything up. I've been in and out of the litter box all day, and puked some too. Poor Mom hates to deal with the box anyway, and she's been having to come and check it and me. I've got my purr back, and am starting to feel more like myself, but it's no fun having an upset tummy.

Sorry for the TMI post...

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Josie on the new couch

Mom and Dad had just finished vacuuming the couch, so Josie figured it would be a good time to stretch out and get her furs back on it. Doesn't she look so sweet on that gray?

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Oh the indignity

First of all, thank you all for your concern about my bloody paw. It seemed to be a fluke. But I'll keep you posted. 

Now, today's indignity... I am a very floofy cat and because of that I sometimes get bad matts in my furs. Well I had a few near my bottom and I couldn't really do much about them, so Mom and Dad bought some electric clippers today at Target and gave me a little bit of a sanitary cut. It's not as severe as the one I got when I had to go to the emergency vet with my anal gland issues last year, but it still wasn't my favorite thing I've done recently. It feels better, but the process stinks. 

Tuesday, July 05, 2016

Strange issue

A strange thing happened tonight. I was lying in bed with Mom and she noticed a few spots of blood on the bed spread. She looked and I had a little blood on my front right paw between my toes. It wasn't actively bleeding, I wasn't guarding my foot while I walked, and Dad was able to clean it pretty well. All I can figure is that I aggravated my paw climbing up the step stool that helps me get in bed. Dry skin, I'm hoping. At least it got me some extra treats.