On and Off Again

It's time for Formerly Feral Friday in Henryville.

Henry's now had eight of his ten chemo treatments.

His eating slowed, when we realized that the mousse-style cat food was giving him diarrhea.

Switched him to the same food that Da Boyz eat, and which Henry had eaten before, and for a little while, he was chowing down, and his litter box leavings were solid.

Then, he would only nibble a bit at his food, so I searched for a new canned food that he ate ravenously, as did Manny and Chili Bruce.

But now, Henry has loose stools again!

Hoping his system gets used to the newest stuff, because he will NOT eat anything else.

Sorry, Henry, to tell the world about your litter box leavings.

I'll give you an extra squeezie to pay for my over-sharing.

But...dang it all, you are so CUTE.

❤️

Bite 'em

It's Henry's Former Feral Friday.

Henry's appetite is excellent.

Solid poops too!

Watching birds and squirrels is a favorite pastime.

He's playing with his toys; see below image of his destroyed less-than-a-week-old catnip toy.

Med delivery hasn't been too difficult, even if I want to cry every time for being such a meanie, but he accepts smoochies on his wee little forehead afterward.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 

 

In The Lap...

...of luxury!

Sweetnesday!

A princess, on her pink blanket

"You've made me look away from my Bird TV!"

Look at those murder mitts!

I often wake up in the morning, with Sweetie sitting like a bread loaf on my chest.

And, she didn't really like the litter box that we had for her; the sides were too low...if you know what I mean...

Therefore, I purchased an oval bin, that hold 40 lbs. of kitty litter.

For a wee cat, she is now happy with the big box!

Imho, she gets whatever she wants; living outside for most of her life means she receives the royal treatment from here on in. 

👑😻👑

Jigsaw Puzzle

120Neon Sweetie

Two-zday

SURPRISE!!!
Twin peeballs!

Christmas Tree, covered in snow

Mushroom
(Actually, it looks like a mushroom cloud, such as after a nuclear bomb explosion, but that's too militarist and violent for me, even though I just finished reading a book about The Cold War.)

 The three above images are in honor of Trout Talkin Tabbies Blog, who originated the litter box artwork display...

Taa Daa!

Aww, I wouldn't let a Two-zday go by without Da Boyz!
Chili on the left, Manny...with his paw on his brofur and his underwear showing...is right.

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New Box...er, um...Oval!

New oval litter box

Chili Bruce, reviewing my purchase

When Chuck was alive, we thought for a long, LONG time that his inability to use the litter box for 'solids' was due to his dislike of: 1) the type of litter, 2) the size of the boxes, and 3) the placement of the boxes.  I changed litter...slowly, carefully...several times.  We went from a covered box, to several boxes, then to the largest boxes available.  And I moved them, over weeks, to different locations.

Nothing worked.  In the end, the veterinarian suggested that Chuck probably had Irritable Bowel Disease, although we refused to have the invasive tests done that would confirm it.  We treated him as if he did, with a steroid, and his litter box habits improved.

When Da Boyz joined the household last year, we kept the same boxes in place on the first floor, while Angel received her own boxes in her apartment upstairs.  All has worked out nicely.

That is, until I decided that rectangular boxes are BORING!  The search for round or oval 'boxes' began.  Although pricier than the hardware store cement mixer tubs, the 40-gallon oval tubs are now my go-to household accessory for the cats. 

The Hubby remains stoic, because he doesn't scoop.

Da Boyz now have three ovals.  Angel's daily output is so small comparatively, and her apartment is not in our public house area, so I haven't 'ovaled' her litter boxes...yet.  I will be out and about this weekend, and I'll have access to the feed store where I purchased the ovals from, so we'll just see what happens...

Previous posts about our rectangular litter boxes, and the oval ones:

Litter-box-a-palooza
Independence From Old Litter Day

NOPE!

A single pawprint...

I've never been so happy to see a poop!

DO NOT WORRY!  NO PHOTOS OF POOP AHEAD!

Working diligently on my computer last week, I heard a quiet noise in the corner.  It was Chucky, at the litter box.

And...he pooped.  And he covered it up and walked away.

Folks, you could have knocked me over with a feather!  You see, for quite some time, Chuck has disdained the litter box for #2, preferring a cardboard box top set aside especially for him.  Neither regular vet nor holistic vet had an answer for this behavior, other than 'it must be a territorial issue with the outside cats', or 'it's a symptom of constipation'.  But NO!  The Hubby and I knew it wasn't the other cats, and we've tweaked his food and meds to know that he's not backed up, if you know what I mean.  We feel that Chuck has had many BAD experiences in the litterbox, that he was AFRAID of it. He literally holds it until he couldn't hold any longer.  He pees just fine in the box though, during all this time.

This is why we chose to put Chuck on Zoloft.  It's taken a few months, but we can now see the change.  He's relaxing!  Of course I wanted to find a holistic and natural solution FIRST.  In the end, results mean more than anything else.  I was very happy to see that poop!  The Hubby politely declined to walk up the stairs to witness it himself.

So, for the past little while, Chuck is back to being a normal cat, using the litter box for everything.  I happily scoop the boxes every morning, counting poologs and peeballs.

Which brings me to Angel, who seems to be over her bladder infection and is depositing nicely sized pees for my enjoyment. Wait a minute, that doesn't sound right...

Well, no matter how it sounds, we are in a good litter box state around here! Shhh...don't say it too loudly and jinx it!

"I'm embarrassed, mom!  Hiding under here...Go 'way!"

"Oh, cannot even lift my head up around here anymore!
For shame, woman!"