Gland issues
The justification:
1. A cat whom you've fairly positively diagnosed as having an impacted anal gland.
2. An internet article which explains that impacted anal glands are treatable without the intervention of a veterinarian. With directions.
3. The attitude that anything which can be done easily at home should be.
The outcome:
I: [tossing in bed] Oh dear god, I can still smell it. Can you?
She: My node id ztill kibda zduffy. I cab't sbell adythig.
I: Ah. It's like the air in here just keeps getting more and more . . cat-assy. God, that was vile. [shudder]
She: Do you want to open the window?
I: It's 2 degrees outside.
She: Do you want to open the window?
I: Yes.
I: Where's Ivan?
She: I don't think he's talking to you anymore. He may feel better now, but, well, can you blame him?
I'm glad to say that 24 hours later, we have a much happier cat. And . . . well . . . I'm not really sure how to explain the kind of bond you develop with an animal whose butthole you've had your fingers poking all into, but there you go.
The smell has finally faded, and at least the cat is happy.
I'll feel less dirty eventually. . . .
1. A cat whom you've fairly positively diagnosed as having an impacted anal gland.
2. An internet article which explains that impacted anal glands are treatable without the intervention of a veterinarian. With directions.
3. The attitude that anything which can be done easily at home should be.
The outcome:
I: [tossing in bed] Oh dear god, I can still smell it. Can you?
She: My node id ztill kibda zduffy. I cab't sbell adythig.
I: Ah. It's like the air in here just keeps getting more and more . . cat-assy. God, that was vile. [shudder]
She: Do you want to open the window?
I: It's 2 degrees outside.
She: Do you want to open the window?
I: Yes.
I: Where's Ivan?
She: I don't think he's talking to you anymore. He may feel better now, but, well, can you blame him?
I'm glad to say that 24 hours later, we have a much happier cat. And . . . well . . . I'm not really sure how to explain the kind of bond you develop with an animal whose butthole you've had your fingers poking all into, but there you go.
The smell has finally faded, and at least the cat is happy.
I'll feel less dirty eventually. . . .