Upchuck update

So to bring us up to date on the Tig problem:

On Sunday, I put Laxatone on Tig’s paw. He licked it off. Some time later, he threw up.
On Monday, I put Laxatone on Tig’s paw. He licked it off. Some time later, he threw up.
On Tuesday, I put Laxatone on Tig’s paw. He licked it off. Some time later, he threw up.
On Wednesday, I put Laxatone on Tig’s paw. He licked it off. Some time later, he threw up.

After four days, I began to sense a pattern.

Yesterday, I decided that perhaps he had developed an allergy to his cat food again. He’d developed it once before, years ago, and it was the same fancy brand. So I made up my mind to stop by the pet store on the way home and buy a different brand. Except I forgot, and once I got home, decided the pet store was too far. I went to Ukrops and bought a box of Meow Mix, which was the only cheap brand that did not have bone meal in it. I draw the line at bone meal.

I threw away the last of the other food, poured two bowls of Meow Mix, and watched the cats insist that it wasn’t their food for a few moments, then eat it. When I got up this morning, I did not find any cat puke.

This morning, I put Laxatone on Tig’s paw. He licked it off. Some time later, I came home from work. I searched carefully upstairs and down. I did not find any cat puke.

Tig has since eaten more of the Meow Mix. In fact, both of them enjoyed it immensely. The bowls were empty when I got home.
I’m thinking it was food allergies.

I’m thinking I’m going to buy cheap cat food from now on and see what happens.

And I’m also thinking that the Blanket Monster has done me an enormous favor. Since Tig is afraid to sleep in my bed, I have not had to clean cat puke out of my bed every day for the last two weeks.

It’s the little things that make you thankful you have cats.

Upchuck update update: We are back to square one. I am running out of paper towels. The cat-puke alarm went off at 6:58 this morning. I know what time it was, because it was about thirty minutes after Tig woke me up by yowling for me to come out of the Blanket Monster and pet him, and two minutes before my alarm was to go off. The “Mroo-mroo-mroo” signifying a Hairball Event rang through the apartment, followed by the requisite upchuck noises.

You know, you really shouldn’t have to clean up cat puke before you shower.

I think I’m going to try brushing him a lot and see if that helps. Because man, I’m tired of this crap.