September 29th (Caution: Icky)
Tue, Sep. 29th, 2009 16:55![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jarissaThere's a tradition in my life that the day before my birthday is generally middling-lousy. Mom used to point out that this meant, given how life goes through cycles, that my birthday would always be a GOOD day; given how often the first big test of the school year got scheduled for the last day of September, I found the idea kind of heartening.
So, today,I'm cleaning up cat vomit.
Marco hit two big spots on the rug before I got up. (This is on top of the explosion he had last night, in Darling #1 Husband's room, which Dearly Beloved and I spent fifteen minutes cleaning.)
Burchie is currently locked in the downstairs bathroom, because he has been eating lint again, had an episode on the upstairs rug, and is now having subsequent episodes while locked in the guest bathroom. Tile is easier to clean than a rug, and there's a poopy bin right in there that he could try aiming for. He WON'T, but he could.
Mifune is ... down the hall, looking out the window, pretending he isn't here; he wants nothing to do with this mess. Thank Smurf. Cleaning up after the older two all day is bad enough.
The thing is, while this is the higher end of what we occasionally experience during a month with any one cat, I have to admit that for each of the two sick cats this is technically within the normal range. It's just that they're doing it all at once, with just enough time between tagouts that I'll finish cleaning and have a chance to scrub up the cleaning supplies before the next cat goes. If they do it all day tomorrow, too, then Thursday they'll both be going back to the veterinarian.
I know they can't entirely help it, but Lord, I wish they'd settle down. I'm going to have to invest in Mr. Clean Magic Eraser by the crate.
Update:
AND diarrhea, now.
So, today,I'm cleaning up cat vomit.
Marco hit two big spots on the rug before I got up. (This is on top of the explosion he had last night, in Darling #1 Husband's room, which Dearly Beloved and I spent fifteen minutes cleaning.)
Burchie is currently locked in the downstairs bathroom, because he has been eating lint again, had an episode on the upstairs rug, and is now having subsequent episodes while locked in the guest bathroom. Tile is easier to clean than a rug, and there's a poopy bin right in there that he could try aiming for. He WON'T, but he could.
Mifune is ... down the hall, looking out the window, pretending he isn't here; he wants nothing to do with this mess. Thank Smurf. Cleaning up after the older two all day is bad enough.
The thing is, while this is the higher end of what we occasionally experience during a month with any one cat, I have to admit that for each of the two sick cats this is technically within the normal range. It's just that they're doing it all at once, with just enough time between tagouts that I'll finish cleaning and have a chance to scrub up the cleaning supplies before the next cat goes. If they do it all day tomorrow, too, then Thursday they'll both be going back to the veterinarian.
I know they can't entirely help it, but Lord, I wish they'd settle down. I'm going to have to invest in Mr. Clean Magic Eraser by the crate.
Update:
AND diarrhea, now.