Life is good. I got a nice sun spot in my comfy bed today. I also got my Fancy Feast and Friskies back. Mom isn't thrilled, but she is relieved.
Karen Jo: You scared me half to death, Herman. You stopped eating altogether on Sunday. You wouldn't even eat the chicken I fixed just for you, even though it was chopped up in tiny pieces and still warm from being cooked. When I got home from work and you still hadn't eaten anything, I gave you a pouch of food that you used to like as a treat and you finally started eating again.
I decided that I didn't like that I/D stuff after all. I don't know why I didn't want the chicken.
Karen Jo: Thank goodness that you are eating just about normally again. I called the vet and they said to just give you your regular food, try to get the pro-biotic into you and bring you in on Wednesday.
I don't want to go to the vet again.
Karen Jo: We have to get the poop puddles stopped somehow, and you are not co-operating.
Hey, I'm a cat. We are not known for co-operation. For instance, I know when you have adulterated my Stinky Goodness with that pro-biotic stuff and I won't eat it.
Karen Jo: I noticed. You ate early breakfast all up, refused second breakfast with the pro-biotic, then ate up all the food I gave you to last you until I got home from work before I even got out the door, so I gave you some more, which you had eaten by the time I got home. Maybe if I put the pro-biotic in the food I leave you when I go to work, you will get hungry enough to eat it before I get home.
I doubt it.
Karen Jo: If you won't eat your pro-biotic in your Stinky Goodness, then the vet and I will have to figure out some other way to get it into you. I have had some ideas and your friends have given me some more in the comments. The vet lady has already mentioned a paste which I scrape into your mouth.
That doesn't sound good.
Karen Jo: If you don't want to get your pro-biotic in a more unpleasant way, then just eat it in your Stinky Goodness. You are going to get it, one way or another.