It's Mitch... after taking his meds.
I've had Mitchell Lamar for two weeks now, and he has been a VERY good cat. I finally took him to the vet last Saturday to get checked out. He's all good, and he's a big boy (7.9 pounds and only 6 months old. That makes him a full fledge CAT in my book. Not still a kitten).
But he has had a little diarrhea since I got him. Not explosive. And I wouldn't know much about it if I didn't happen to be in the room and hear the sound of his... bubble guts. And the smell is enough to just about run me out the house.
I thought he was going to have to be an outside cat for minute there, lol.
I told the vet that it's probably my fault because I changed his diet suddenly. II received a whole bag of the food he eats when I adopted him, but I thought he could eat what Sister Callie was eating, and she can eat anything. Sister Callie has a stomach like a rock. Mitch does not. This means they are going to have to both be on his food. And that's alright.
So he has to take some stuff I administer by syringe. It takes us all of 5 seconds to do that. Thank goodness there's no fighting.
He's just annoyed with it all.
I sprinkle a packet of probiotics in his food in the morning to help with his intestinal bacterial. Dude smells like roses now.
I think his diarrhea has cleared up. And that awful smell is gone. GLORY!!
Let's hope it stays that way!
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