Cinnamon is passing gas as she sleeps.
After a very scary Sunday, when he was hours from death, Kang is now home. He is happy, sedate, and content. He’s out of the woods, able to easily empty his bladder. We need to feed him prescription food for urinary tract health. So far he’s snubbed his nose at it. He’ll get hungry and eat eventually. Or he’ll lose weight, which won’t hurt either.
Okay, I bought a cheap coffee table at Wal-Mart yesterday, put it together this morning, and then fashioned a shoot and boot configuration for the waste. Normally there is a small plastic container that holds the scooped liter, but it would be full in two days. The damn things are expensive as hell. So now I won’t have to switch out new containers every two days. Plus the plastic bags are way, way less expensive.
And yes, I have an electric liter box. With the reconfiguration of the waste container I don’t have any nasty cat smell.