I came home from work today and my cat Oliver had pooped on the floor. This was not suprising as he pooped on the floor this morning too. It is what he does when he is less than pleased with his litter box. If I go more than 24 hours without scooping he feels the best way to remind me is to poop on the floor. I went to clean up the mess and found that on top of the mess he left me was thick, bloody mucous (or some such mucousy substance).
I immediately called my vet but her office is closed today so I called the emergency number left on the answering machine at her office. They asked some questions and determined that it isn’t necessarily symptomatic of something bigger and said that as long as his behavior and eating habits remain the same I shouldn’t have to rush him downtown to the emergency clinic. I will set an appointment at the vet for him on Sunday and have him checked out properly no matter what, but it is calming to know that they didn’t feel like it was an emergency.
I saved the stool in a plastic bag so I can take it to the vet this weekend if need be, but until then think happy thoughts for my kitty. He could use all the help he can get! (Also if you could think thoughts of him using his litter box like a normal cat that would be a big help too.)
This happens fairly often with cats’ poos, so if he keeps eating well and behaving normally, he should be good till the vet sees him. I know he will be. But scoop the box and have a happy, non-nuisance making kitty.
They said that is fine. They said I don’t really need to take him at all since this seems to be an isolated incident thus far but I will feel much more comfortable having him examined properly.
Last fall, I saw a small patch of blood on a stool in the litter box. We have four, but luckily I knew whose this was because I had just cleaned it and saw who had just come out.
I saved it in a small plastic bag, and stuck it on a shelf in the garage so when I took Marty, I could just grab it and go. Well, I forgot it when we went, but they checked him out and he seemed fine. Nothing since, so all good there.
Until last weekend when I took advantage of some nicer weather to clean out the garage. I had a lot of stuff piked in the driveway so I could sweep and organize. The neighbor brought her 2 year old over to visit. A minute later I heard the kid: “mommy!! candy?”
Despite being 4-5 months pld by this time, it was pretty easy to tell exactly what it was. My neighbor tends to keep a closer eye on what the kid picks up at my house these days.