fuzzy post-it

so we switched cat food recently, to a “sensitive stomach” formula (lol)

the cats have developed diarrhea in response, and anise in particular is not handling it very well: he has a bad habit of sticking one or both back feet in it while trying to figure out how to cover it up. cleaning this up usually requires a bath and some mopping.

so as a result of this mundane lifestyle change, we now sort of drop everything and run over to chaperone when we hear the tell-tale sound of impending diarrhea. sometimes it’s fine. sometimes it is a disaster and we have to spend the next few minutes cleaning up the offender and mopping up any mess. because they don’t care that they’re covered in their own diarrhea; they might shake a foot here or there, but for the most part, they seem perfectly happy to wallow.

and they’ll wiggle and frown at us, and look really sad and hurt, like we’ve betrayed them by doing this to them. “why have you done this awful thing to us”, they seem to ask. well it’s because we know if we don’t intervene immediately, you’ll merrily track your own excrement all over our living space and a lot of our stuff. we know this from experience. and then we’d have to clean it and you up anyway. they of course have the option of just not stepping in their own diarrhea most of the time, which seems plainly reasonable to us, but we can’t exactly communicate that to them.

so we have to catch the problem at its root and clean it up immediately. it’s a bit of an inconvenience, but ignoring it would be far less pleasant all around.

by sheer coincidence the last three paragraphs also exactly describe our interactions with lulz