The younger cat has IBS (irritable bowel).
Mostly it is under control with a raw diet. But laziness has allowed me to mix in some dry food. Which can, at times, lead to a dirty butt on the cat.
He is sitting next to me in bed while I work (8:30 pm on a Saturday….mmmhmmm, you WISH you were a rockstar like me) and he is taking a bath.
I reach over and lift his tail to see a dirty bum. The following is what I say to myself OUTLOUD on the way to taking the cat to the bathroom and TO WIPE HIS ASS.
“How is it that I am ass-psychic like this, Pickles? How do I know there is a dirty bum under there? Am I the ass wiping super hero? Ohhhhhh….I think I AM the ass wiping super hero. God, Pickles, I rock at this ass wiping super hero business!”.
I then crack myself up and decide you need to know just how freaking crazy I am.
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My boss kitty has had chronic tummy problems for almost 2 years now and I keep looking for ANYTHING that can help. I haven’t tried a raw diet — I am ignorant enough not to know what that consists of. I hate to ask, but would you mind telling me what that is so I can try it on my gal? I feel like I’ve tried everything else (including 6 vets, 4 clinics, hundreds of dollars on tests, every homeopathic suggestion). Most gratefully,
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