Chuck has not been happy recently. The hubby and I thought it was because of the huge amount of screechy noises coming from the lot two doors down, where they are tearing down the house and digging up the cement. Noisy machines, trucks loading and unloading, people yelling back and forth. So, we did not freak out when there were an accident or two.
And yet, he's still not right, so I've called the vet and we have an appointment this AM. Maybe we can discover something that will help Chucky's intestines more than what we are already doing. We KNOW he hates having accidents, but it's his only way to communicate that things are not 100%. Cross your fingers that we don't leave the office with another shoulder shrug. Is it arthritis? Is it intestinal? Is it the fact that Patty and Sweetie like to sit on the front porch, waiting for me to come out with their meals? And our cat chiropractor appears to have gone out of business, so now I'm looking for another in the Metro Detroit area.
I am sure that Chucky can be cured; we just don't know what the problem is yet. Keep your fingers (and paws!) crossed for the boy, and I'll report back soon.