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|Lots of box tops around our house!|
WARNING! TALK ABOUT CAT BATHROOM HABITS AHEAD!
Chucky is not using the litter box anymore for #2. This is why we have been to the holistic vet, since the 'regular' veterinarian's do not seem to have a handle on it. However, the holistic vitamins and even a chiropractic adjustment have not changed this fact. Because he's not constipated nor has diarrhea, we really aren't even sure if he HAS Irritable Bowel; we've just been giving him the meds for it because at one time they worked.
The Hubby and I feel that Chuck is actually AFRAID to go poops. He holds it and holds it, until he cannot anymore, which is why it's like a cat bomb when he finally 'let's go'. Often, he's asleep somewhere, and he wakes up in a panic...because he has to 'go' RIGHT NOW! His recent procedure is this: he poops right where he was napping, then races around as if the demons of h*ll are chasing him, and he leaves a little trail in his wake. He'll finally settle in a corner or a window sill, breathing hard and looking scared. Chuck is very unhappy when this happens.
For awhile, he would only do this ON SOFT CLOTH, meaning the bed or any towel/blanket. Lately, he manages to only dirty a box, or the hardwood floor. This makes cleanup easier, however we are clueless now how to help him return to the litter box. Is this a behavioral issue, or is he in some kind of pain or discomfort? We could put diapers on him, and it may come to that. We have also tried Zoloft, in the hopes he would settle down a bit, but have no positive results. For about 15 minutes every other day, Chuck goes off like a cat bomb; at ALL other times he is his usual, loving and luscious self.
A long time ago, we kept Chuck inside a large room, with his own litter box, bed, etc. He went crazy (peed and pooped everywhere!) after a couple of days and we scuttled that experiment. I've even talked to three animal psychics; their information did not help us either. There is no specific time of day that the bomb explodes, so locking him in a room overnight won't mean anything. We added a new litter box, and cleaned and sanitized all of them, and filled all with new litter. He uses them for #1, after all!
It's a puzzlement.
P.S. Angel is eating almost at 100% again, thank goodness! When I set down the two food bowls this morning, both Angel and Chuck got to eating immediately. The Hubby made fun of me, saying out loud, "Fat cats make Mama happy!" Go ahead, joke all you want, but having a cat bomb and a non-eating cat at the same time was testing my ability to keep it together! Plus having our old veterinarian shut me down yesterday, did not help my mood.