It hasn't been a very good day in the world of kitties..............
I woke up and went first off to feed the kids, only to discover that Rocky wouldn't come. Being the sensitive little muffin that he is, sometimes he gets his nose out of joint if Silly and/or Garfield beat him to the dishes, or if I don't make a big fuss over his appearance. I fed the other two and thought perhaps he was simply enjoying lounging abit longer.
Then I went downstairs to clean litterboxes, only to discover that after about a week or so of no bathroom issues for Garfield, his diarrhea is back. Since his stools had gone back to normal, I can only assume that he must have gotten into the boys' food when my back was turned. I've been very careful about monitoring and keeping it out of his reach when they are done, but somewhere I obviously was a little slow in getting there because it's clearly it had been consumed again by him.
So after cleaning that up, it was time for a shower, hair and make up. By the time we were getting ready to leave, Rocky had vomited up twice (not uncommon for him since he gets a great many hairballs), but still wouldn't eat his food. Now THAT is unlike him...........he has a ferocious appetite and loves to pick!
But it was time to go to work, so he was left virtually on an empty tummy, and me, while I've worried about him all day hoping it's not something more serious rearing it's ugly head.
Then, just to add to my fretting, I received an email from Flossy's Mom to tell me that 5 months after adoption, Flossy is now eliminating outside the litterbox! I was completely and utterly shocked since that little girl lived in our house for 14 months with one of the nasiest cats around, and she never once did anything inappropriate. At this point, we don't know if it's behavioural or medical, but one thing is clear, Flossy is not happy in some way and that is just breaking my heart.
I hope that determinations can be made quickly regarding what could be the cause, goodness knows that Flossy's Mom is a lovely person who has a high tolerance level but of course the rescuer in me is worried about what this means long term if it can't be brought under control. I've made a whole host of suggestions and am now waiting to hear if any of them have/will work.
This is where my worry wart nature kicks in. As much as I'd like to believe that my 12+ years in the rescue/foster world have have toughened me into not being fazed by issues such as these............the truth is, I'm a worrier, always have been and always will be.