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Oh yeah, but they seem to care. They don't drink out of it but it's like some sort of McDonalds Play Land for them. I have to remember to either close the lid or the bathroom door otherwise I get the wet seat.
They all caught some sort of stomach virus (presumably from when I took Fredo into emergency vet -- he's patient zero)
They all stopped eating, got diarrhea, and Monday morning when I went to feed them two of them threw up at the same time in front of me. Even Pookie got the ***** and vomited on Monday, but he's been fine.
No worms, but they got an extra round of deworming just in case, had an anti-vomiting injection, then I've been giving them an oral supply of an anti-nausea and antibiotic twice a day, got special gastro food to feed them that they wouldn't eat, and probiotic powder to mix onto the food for a month for bacteria power.
They HATE the medicine, and it causes them to foam at the mouth and run around like infected Monkeys.
They HATE the medicine, and it causes them to foam at the mouth and run around like infected Monkeys.
One of the proudest achievements of my life is that I know how to put a cat into a headlock in order to inject trans-dermal heart medication into its ear.
Thank you Scott and Samantha McCammon for giving me that opportunity.
(Yes, I still have a boner for her. Although in the grand scheme of things, I'm glad I got out when I did, as she's up to +3 spawn at this point, and still craving #4. Scotty, you are a braver man than I, and I salute you.)