In Which the Fur Babies are Unwell

The last couple of days, both Finnigan and Guinness have been suffering from diarrhea. Since they are both exclusively indoor cats, I haven't been terribly concerned about parasites, and, since they are both having the same issue, I'm not concerned that they have been suddenly struck by cancer or some other fatal disease (God forbid), so, I am chalking the problem up to their food. They both eat the same brand every day, so, we must have either gotten a bad batch of canned food or their dry food is bad.

Either way, after consulting Dr. Google, I have determined that the best course of action is to withhold food for 24 hours, while providing plenty of fresh water. If the diarrhea doesn't clear up, I will make an appointment with our actual vet (no offense, Dr. Google). If it does clear up, I will open a new bag of dry food and start them off with just that until they seem like they are back to normal.

You know, normal for them.

In the meantime, I feel like such a heel. As I type this, both cats are staring at me pathetically from the doorway of the mudroom, where, on a normal day, they would currently be enjoying their morning can of wet food.

Thank goodness I leave for work in a few minutes and won't have to look at those pathetic faces.

Anyway, fingers crossed that this will work and that they will feel better, soon; I really am not a fan of cleaning up liquid poo. I know, who is, right?

Please don't tell me if there are freaks in this world who are fond of that particular chore; Guinness is, as you can see, a long-haired cat, which, requires that I assist in the cleansing of the butt area following a session in the litter box and, frankly, I am already grossed out enough for one day.

 

Feeeeed us....we are starvingggg....