Thursday, October 13, 2011
Reconciled my checkbook...and boy, he does not smell like roses. Let me tell you. Bill jokes about my tooting...he won't joke about kitten toots.
I hope it is something that will correct itself when he's a bit more 'regular' and as he gets older. I don't know if I'm ready to take on a kitty with a looser rectum. I think for safety sake, he will be put in the bathroom for my stint at work. Afternoon is nap time anyways. He won't like it, but I'd rather have it localized to a little area than a bigger area.
Too, to do laundry now means the basement will flood with laundry water. The neighbor's family did a lot of laundry-something happened to the drain after that...either way, it's plugged (and was fine before they did the onslaught of laundry)...so obviously they did something. (won't be life and death or anything) but I'd like to keep the flooding as minimal as possible.
(I went and got him some food mixed with pumpkin...he poo'ed. Hooray! Still leaving him in tho.)