kryskat
Member Since 2010
Ok- Kasha had a good night - not sure how low she went, cuz I was exhausted and fell asleep after +5... That's usually around her low, but she could have gone a little lower.
This morning - Kasha ate over 2 Tbsp breakfast, with chicken dust encouragement. She eats in little bites when I add chicken dust (she eats about 2 bites, I add a dusting of chicken, she eats another 2 bites... etc.). If I don't add the chicken dust, she licks only and it takes forever for her to get through a meal. Therefore, chicken dust works for me. At least for now.
Now, here's a riddle: What's brown and pasty/sticky and makes me do laundry in the middle of the night (again)??? That's right. Blue's Poos.
So... Kasha woke me up a 4:28 am while I was sleeping on the couch. I tend to believe she woke me up to confront the mess that was going on. She hates things out of order. So... I went to check Blue and there was poo all over his bed. Super. I tried to stay calm this time and regroup. Got everything I could think of together (still forgot to get scissors) and set up to clean him and the cage. This REALLY is a 2 person task - BF is thanking his lucky stars that he didn't come over last night, I bet. So - I get him on my lap on a towel. White fur and poo = bad combination. The cage wasn't too bad - his bedding needed to be washed again, there was poo on one pee pad and in a clump in the litter box, but nowhere else that I could see. So, I took the cover off the bed and wrapped it in a white towel for now (I can see dirt on white better than dark, and for now, I want to see if he needs more cleaning). Then I proceeded to clean him. A bowl of warm water, paper towels, and dry shampoo. What a mess. He cried and complained and struggled while I tried to keep him wrapped in a towel so I could clean his butt and tail and the streaks of poop on his sides (racing stripes?). Parts were impossible - I took him into the kitchen to get scissors and just cut a bunch of fur off (while he struggled and complained). This time as least the incision didn't seem to be covered in poo, so that was one less thing to clean super gently. I got him as clean as I could, finished cleaning the cage, more clean pee pads and then put in a real litter box. Today will be the experiment to see if that works. It might keep things separated a little better. I still have the old box up in my attic (with litter still in it - just didn't have any other place to put it) in case he can't handle the real litter box.
Again - thanking the stars that the poo was once again completely odorless (or could it be that I've lost my sense of smell?)...
Kasha got that self-satisfied look she gets when I'm taking action on something she told me about. Years ago - she would let us know there was a spider or other bug in the house. She had a "bug meow" and we'd know. Once we were doing something to remove the bug, she was all satisfied. Even if the spider dropped down from the ceiling and landed in front of her - she did nothing. That wasn't her job. She was just there to let us know we had work to do.
Yesterday
This morning - Kasha ate over 2 Tbsp breakfast, with chicken dust encouragement. She eats in little bites when I add chicken dust (she eats about 2 bites, I add a dusting of chicken, she eats another 2 bites... etc.). If I don't add the chicken dust, she licks only and it takes forever for her to get through a meal. Therefore, chicken dust works for me. At least for now.
Now, here's a riddle: What's brown and pasty/sticky and makes me do laundry in the middle of the night (again)??? That's right. Blue's Poos.
So... Kasha woke me up a 4:28 am while I was sleeping on the couch. I tend to believe she woke me up to confront the mess that was going on. She hates things out of order. So... I went to check Blue and there was poo all over his bed. Super. I tried to stay calm this time and regroup. Got everything I could think of together (still forgot to get scissors) and set up to clean him and the cage. This REALLY is a 2 person task - BF is thanking his lucky stars that he didn't come over last night, I bet. So - I get him on my lap on a towel. White fur and poo = bad combination. The cage wasn't too bad - his bedding needed to be washed again, there was poo on one pee pad and in a clump in the litter box, but nowhere else that I could see. So, I took the cover off the bed and wrapped it in a white towel for now (I can see dirt on white better than dark, and for now, I want to see if he needs more cleaning). Then I proceeded to clean him. A bowl of warm water, paper towels, and dry shampoo. What a mess. He cried and complained and struggled while I tried to keep him wrapped in a towel so I could clean his butt and tail and the streaks of poop on his sides (racing stripes?). Parts were impossible - I took him into the kitchen to get scissors and just cut a bunch of fur off (while he struggled and complained). This time as least the incision didn't seem to be covered in poo, so that was one less thing to clean super gently. I got him as clean as I could, finished cleaning the cage, more clean pee pads and then put in a real litter box. Today will be the experiment to see if that works. It might keep things separated a little better. I still have the old box up in my attic (with litter still in it - just didn't have any other place to put it) in case he can't handle the real litter box.
Again - thanking the stars that the poo was once again completely odorless (or could it be that I've lost my sense of smell?)...
Kasha got that self-satisfied look she gets when I'm taking action on something she told me about. Years ago - she would let us know there was a spider or other bug in the house. She had a "bug meow" and we'd know. Once we were doing something to remove the bug, she was all satisfied. Even if the spider dropped down from the ceiling and landed in front of her - she did nothing. That wasn't her job. She was just there to let us know we had work to do.
Yesterday