Stitchy has a hairball. A hairball the size of Texas (or at least in cat measurements). And so, he apparently needs help to… ahem… dislodge the before-mentioned item. And so, my husband and I once again found ourselves at the veterinarian’s office, who now knows us by name… and who sends us Christmas cards… and who jumps with excitement every time we walk in the door, because we are such great customers.
We’re there enough, we should probably sign up for a rewards card, if there is such a thing. Maybe they’ll invent one because of us.
Anyway, our veterinarian assured us that Stitchy’s choking could easily be solved. She handed us a tube of lubricant made especially for cats and told us to rub it onto his paws once a day. He’d lick it off, his throat would be nice and lubed up, and out would pop the furball of the year. She said that he might even like the taste, so he’d probably just lick it off the tube if we squeezed some out for him.
But Stitchy doesn’t like the paste. It’s thick like glue, brown like molasses, and smells like soy sauce. So Nate and I have to chase him around the house in order to smear the goop onto his paws. It’s no easy task. Our veterinarian either never used this concoction on a cat before, or she bends the truth a little. Either way, she’s a great saleswoman, I’ll give her that.
He likes the smell of the goop. Because, well, it smells like soy sauce. And soy sauce means food, which means he likes it.
So while Stitchy is running around the house, trying to throw the goop off his paws; Highstreet is chasing along, trying to get a better whiff of the cat that smells like Chinese food. Behind them, Nate and I are running to keep up, because we don’t want any of that goop landing on our furniture. And so it’s a mad game of chase, sometimes around the downstairs and sometimes up to the second floor. Tails are flying. Doors are slamming. Everyone is gasping for air (except for Stitchy, which doesn’t make sense since he’s the one with the hairball).
And then, it’s over as quickly as it started. Stitchy either manages to lick that gunk off his paw, or he’s found a really good place to wipe it on. So we all settle down to enjoy some quiet time before bed.
What can I say? It’s just another normal evening at our house. 🙂