When last we mentioned Tig’s particular, ah, ailment, it was under control. The antibiotic ear goop that the vet prescribed had cleared up his gastrointestinal upsets, and the kitty flatulence was conquered.
Or so we thought.
Tig started getting more fragrant towards the end of Mom’s visit. It became particularly noticeable when he was playing, and moreso when it was time to clean the litterboxes. So I called the vet, and the vet prescribed the pill form of the antibiotic this time. He thinks it’s a parasite. I think it’s extraordinarily annoying. Tig can’t be happy about it, either, as he is the one who had to deal with the aftermath. But oh. my. gosh, he stinks. He reeks. It’s horrible. And the worst part about it is, Tig simply loves to cuddle, thus reducing the nose-to-fart ratio.
He has been given many nicknames since this started, including: Fartster, Fartman, My Little Stinker, Stinkbomb, and tonight, Chris suggested His Imperial Fartness (or His Royal Fartness, as Tig is really not the imperial type). Then Chris suggested you all pitch in and help me out with more nicknames.
Go to town, folks.
He’s only been on the antibiotics since Thursday, so (sigh) it’s going to be a bit longer before they kick in effectively. And he’s on them for about three weeks. The vet is trying to knock those little parasites out completely. Oy. I really need this to happen. My sense of smell is most acute in the morning, and that’s when Tig climbs into bed to cuddle. And then farts.
Really. It’s just a bit much. I have never had a flatulent cat before, and I never want to have it again.
His Imperial Fartness, looking like he’s about to toot. (In reality, he’s about to leap on a string.)
Being the poor sap the volunteered to dose the little tooter today, I can vouch for his gaseous state.
Everything was fine until I picked him up, then… well it was bad.
I suggest little tooter.
Stinkypoo. Fluffy stinkypoo. He sure is cute thou.
Flower.
Er…
Ginger Jet?
Flatulius Fluffius?
Wakey Poo?
The Turgid Red?
Anyhow, he’s a man and shouldn’t be judges too harshly. A man must do…
Flatulus Maximus.
Flatulus Catullus.
Fertzelakh.
Vaporino.
Notary Sojac.
(The last one has nothing to do with flatulence, but I always wanted to name a cat Notary Sojac.)
Didn’t Phoebe on Friends have a song about this?
Oh yeah… “Smelly Cat.”
Felis Odorous.
Katzesfot.
The Unendurable One.
Where’s Old Possum when you need him?
Borboriguff
Puzzari
Skritchypong
Felitor
Perdarypus
Fuzzhorn
Skoochozm
Mephustiphur
Brimblechife
Skutterslink
Petogatto
Skidderbum
Do any of these merit a cat ass trophy?
buzzbomb comes to mind.
My old orange cat Orange would let one loose after eating garden lizards. The Vet told me to feed him another source of protein.