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Habitual yukipoos

Poopoos, my lovely cat with the stomach issues of a buhlimic supermodel. It's 5 fucking thirty in the morning, I am wide awake after my cats last bought of throwing up, I'm angry and annoyed and making a great attempt at not killing the wee bastard. I brought him to the vet, a $260 trip to the vet to find out what in the world is wrong with him. I feared cancer, irritible bowel, liver dysfunction, death, etc. Numerous tests were run on the gentle kitty, and he was oh so great at allowing the doctor to take blood from him. One test was called FeBart that tested for some strange bacteria that caused his continuous pukipoos.

One thing we found out is that our cat has a hair fetish, okay we just didn't find that out, we knew. He has this habit of roaming around the apartment eating balls of hair that have collected in the corners of furniture. Behind the futon, there's a hair buffet for poopoos, probably where he runs to get his midnight snack on of hair. He'll clean himself or his girlfriend Leeloo to pick up any loose (and there's always a lot of it even after brushing them) hair that he ingests. I give him hairball medication to help counteract the hairballs.

Basically, I was told that there was nothing wrong with the cat, I had to spend $260 to be told by the vet that they couldn't tell me why it was happening. The treatment? Small meals, brushing daily, continue with the hairball medicine, keep him on one kind of food, and set up catnip stations. He was great for two weeks, only a couple of minor yukipoos in the apartment, but this week he's been yuking two, three, four times a day.

Right now, all I want in the world is some sleep when I'm sick and for my cat to not yuke.

05:40 AM

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Posted by: GroundZero at March 20, 2005 01:52 PM

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