Friday, July 23, 2010

Wit's End

So, we have a problem around here. What's the problem? Two words... digestive trouble. Thanks for your concern, but it is not me, the monkeys, DH nor Buster the dog for that matter. Who does that leave? Wild Rosie, the cat. It is so bad (I will spare you the details) that Phoebe Buffay (from Friends) wrote the song "Smelly Cat" specifically about our cat (or it is a common problem which just adds to my overall cat disdain). It goes like this.

Smelly Cat, Smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, smelly cat it's not your fault.
They won't take you to the vet.
You're obviously not their favorite pet.
You may not be a bed of roses,
And you're no friend to those with noses.
Smelly cat, smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly cat, smelly cat it's not your fault!

We have tried 5 different kinds of foods (Tuna paste is gross, btw). Yet, none seem to help the noxious fumes that she expels. None. I keep hoping that maybe something will work (and she will eat it willingly because she is also choosy). Now, I'm off to the store to spin the cat food wheel of fortune...again.