Yesterday I found some white blobs in his poop that, to my disgust, started stretching and writhing. Yup, the all-too-common Tapeworm has come. How? I have no freakin' idea. It's probably from the crickets he hunts from beneath my oven-or, ghostly fleas from who knows where.
Right away, I called the vet and brought him over to get a Tapeworm shot and that evening I ignored him with a cruelty only known to abandoned children.
That shot is a miracle on Earth.
Loki shat on my floor again today, and cleaning it up was surprisingly pleasant, due to the blobless poops I held in my rubber gloved hands.
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