Read with caution: One of my cats has been a neurotic little thing since he was a kitten, scared of his own shadow. A veritable 'appendage' once he knows you, but until then, he hides curled up in a tight little ball in a closet.
As he's aged, this has translated into regular constipation. We've gotten this under control with meds over the years, but every now and again, "mom" has to administer an enema. He's not a fan of having plastic items shoved up his butt and today he pulled a new trick -- I had him wrapped in a towel, ready to administer said 'treatment', when his head appeared where his butt had been. I don't know how he did it, but he nearly got an enema in the eye.
At last we had success, or so I thought...until he started squirting enema essence all over the bathroom. And me. Little does he know how close he came to having essence of lunch all over him...
Below is an xray, lacking internal organs because all you can see is how full of doo-doo he is:
Thomas Harding Letter
4 years ago
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