Something Squirrelly this Way Comes

Her name is Pee Dee, tho we mostly call her Priss or some variation thereof. I usually call her Prissy Pooh, Baby Girl, Fuzzy Butt, Fuzzy Britches, Low Rider, Girly Girl and a host of other names. And she's not even my cat. She's the roommate's.

Anyway a couple weeks ago Priss gave us a scare. She was crying and flinching and in pain. After a call to an after hours Vet, we determined that she was likely constipated. A quick internet search revealed that benefiber would be a good option as it dissolves into water & leaves no taste. Mineral oil on the nose, squishy (ie canned) food and, just in case it was a UTI, some cranberry/blueberry juice.

We sprinkle benefiber on her squishy food and in her water, which we've already added some cranberry/blueberry juice too. Roommate dabs some mineral oil on Priss' nose and then scoops out the litter box. Turns out we should have done the box cleaning first. I guess, in our panic, we had forgotten the Cardinal Rule for cats: If a litter box has just been cleaned it must, at once, be used!

Priss recovered and has been fine. The last day or two she's been showing signs of possible blockage. So I added some benefiber to water, just in case. I've also added a couple of more nicknames: Prissy Not Pooh and Benefiber.

Am I a fabulous Aunt to her or what? ;)