Temporarily broke my cat

We keep the exit fairly well trimmed and the britches short, but poor guy, last night was an unfortunate mush that left no choice but the kitchen sink. As these things go, it took two of us—one to restrain and love the front end, one to clean the back half, and both to watch that sister rag wasn’t deciding to jump us in answer to the guttural yowls for redemption.

The whole production took less than 5 minutes…just long enough to make sure all the poop and soap were out. We toweled him, loved him, treated him… My dude slowly lumbered off like a person in full shock and betrayal. He made some attempts at bathing and sorting out his violated fur, and then just loafed the rest of the night.

I guess the word “cat-atonic” works well here, because the perma-loaf was what scared us. Big fella wouldn’t change positions the rest of the night. We definitely lost sleep—Did we hurt him? Did he sprain something? Is he having heart failure? Is he going to have a stress tummy and not eat for days and have to go to cat hospital? Is he ever going to stretch out and flop belly-up agin???

And of course this morning, he’s right back on routine like nothing ever happened, yelling for his breakfast and lying in the walkways to trip us. ❤️❤️ Poor silly, poopy floof.

We keep the exit fairly well trimmed and the britches short, but poor guy, last night was an unfortunate mush that left no choice but the kitchen sink. As these things go, it took two of us—one to restrain and love the front end, one to clean the back half, and both to watch that sister rag wasn’t deciding to jump us in answer to the guttural yowls for redemption.

The whole production took less than 5 minutes…just long enough to make sure all the poop and soap were out. We toweled him, loved him, treated him… My dude slowly lumbered off like a person in full shock and betrayal. He made some attempts at bathing and sorting out his violated fur, and then just loafed the rest of the night.

I guess the word “cat-atonic” works well here, because the perma-loaf was what scared us. Big fella wouldn’t change positions the rest of the night. We definitely lost sleep—Did we hurt him? Did he sprain something? Is he having heart failure? Is he going to have a stress tummy and not eat for days and have to go to cat hospital? Is he ever going to stretch out and flop belly-up agin???

And of course this morning, he’s right back on routine like nothing ever happened, yelling for his breakfast and lying in the walkways to trip us. ❤️❤️ Poor silly, poopy floof.