Wry Folly. Chagrin.

[ursangnome]

It figures. He's a cat.

So, I provided that wonderfully amusing, angsty, "my cat may soon shuffle off this mortal coil and we don't know why," stuff. Later in the day, Tristan decided to provide some evidence...



While I'm sitting there, comfortably reading Tad Williams' The Dragonbone Chair and enjoying a small amount of Ben and Jerry's, the evidence came in the form of Tristan marching purposefully into the middle of the room and hacking up a hairball with many of the same characteristics as a New Jersey industrial park onto the living room rug. Further hairy evidence was located in the litter box soon afterward.

At this time, my Lady was out getting herself some well-deserved recreation. So, not only did I have to clean up, but I had to save the evidence. Even if I guess this was the culprit, I'm no expert. This had to be seen by the family vet. No big deal, though, as I've had cats for most of my life. Plus, it means I'm one of the few men in America who can legitimately say he can give his fiancee a present of cat vomit and improve her day. :)

Apparently, he only got part of the problem out last night. This is probably a good thing, as I figure that released in one chunk, that hairball could probably give Godzilla or Mothra a run for it's money. Darn thing would pose a palpable threat to the city of Sheboygan...


So, Tristan isn't out of the woods yet. He still has to eat his meals in tiny doses throughout the day. He still needs medicines and probably more subcutaneous fluids. But, he does seem to be eating more. And we have a likely culprit, and we can treat him for it and hope that it does the trick. Feels like a step in the right direction to me.

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[sjo.livejournal.com]

Laxatone. Fish flavor. Wonderful stuff.

Damn cats.