Part two of getting to know my Lokii-monster. I still love the wee sleekit beastie, no fear – but he does do some difficult-to-bear things.
He eats things that bear no resemblance to food. The prime treats for him are our fuzzy elastic hair ties. We protect these, but he still manages to find them. He’s even taken the lid off of a heavy ceramic bowl to get to them. When he does find one, he thinks it is the best toy ever- until he swallows it whole. I always see them again, from one end or the other.
The other things we have to keep a constant eye on are plush fibre-filled toys. He chews holes in them, then swallows the filling. He even attacked a four-foot long stuffed alligator of mine. I was not amused. He’s done more damage to the dog’s toys than the dog ever has.
He’s also attracted to anything with ball-shaped filling. We had – had! two neck-pillows that we bought for travel. They were soft and scrunchy. I put them in the empty suitcases under the bed in the spare room, a logical place, yes? Where my logic failed me was that I should zip up the empty cases. I woke up to this one morning:
That’s the smallest part of iDJ’s shoe collection, all filled with Lokii-balls (K-9 is mine). This was the scene of the crime, but he didn’t restrict himself to the spare room.
That’s about halfway down the stairs. The little weenie dragged the leaking pillow downstairs to play with it.
There were tiny tiny styrofoam balls everywhere. They were charged with static electricity and they clung to everything, including the outside of my Dyson vac when I was trying to clean the tremendous mess up. I’ve never had to vacuum my vacuum before.
I shit you not, this was two years later after he disemboweled a toy filled with black plastic beads. Do you see that there are STILL little white Lokii-balls in the vacuum?
We quickly hid the remaining neck pillow in a wardrobe with my giant alligator. And we are very, very careful that the door is closed at all times.
He eats cotton buds, stick and all. He eats the plastic ring from a jug of milk or cream. I think that’s sad, because Spot loved to play with them. Nope, they go straight into the bin these days.
The worst things that he eats, though, are our blankets. Evidence:
I cut off the ragged edges, it seems to make them less attractive to him. Sometimes.
I’m really sickened about the crocheted one: Socks made it for me as a ready-available hug from her when I was terribly sad, and it helped so much. But I have it hidden away until I find someone who can fix it for me.
Poor Lokii. With all that man-made fibre and plastic and whatnot in his gut, his poop is a bit colourful and dry, and he gets constipated.
Unfortunately, he’s constipated even if he hasn’t swallowed anything but cat food.
He poops little rocks.
Sometimes, he just tries to poop little rocks.
Sometimes, they don’t come out fast enough and he panics. He comes blasting out of the litter box full speed, the door flap banging back and forth like a batwing saloon door in an old western during a firefight, and proceeds to scrape his arse all along the floor until the offending poop-nugget breaks free.
Sometimes, the turd really doesn’t want to leave him (his?) behind. He has to drag himself for several feet – sometimes several rooms – to be free of the offending dingleberry.
(Yet another reason I am grateful that we don’t have carpeting anywhere in the house.)
However, this means he gets to express his creative side! In the morning after one of his bad nights, I am greeted with artistically rendered swirls and skirls of light brown on my kitchen floor. Lokii has his own built-in palette, in sepia shades.
‘Ah!’ I say, when I find the brown gold at the end of the brown rainbow, ‘A kitty-crayon!’
Its become the thing that is said upon seeing the crayon itself or evidence of artwork. There’s the term, and its associated rule: whosoever finds the kitty-crayon, cleans up the kitty-crayon.* The art, like some modern art is meant to be, is temporary: we clean up all traces of creativity backward from turd to litterbox, and eliminate all traces of elimination. We go through a good amount of anti-bacterial spray and paper towels, as you can imagine. *This holds true for any accident that our kids have. You find it/step in it, you clean it.
About the only good part of all this is that his desiccated poo has hardly any smell.
Yes, I know I should take him to the vet. I’m broke as all nine circles of hell, and I thought I’d do some research myself first and see if there was anything I could do at home. But I’m a bad cat-mom and kept forgetting to do it. I asked Dianda at Cats & Co to look up kitty constipation for me, and she did – thank you! Her good work only confirmed that I should take him to the vet, though. Ugh. I was motivated to try a few things, though, while I wait for anything resembling money or credit to accumulate.
Dairy was suggested, as it makes most cats get the squitters. No, he will only take a couple laps of milk. Ditto, cream. He wanted nothing to do with yoghurt. I had one last home remedy left – olive oil. Two cc’s per day, I was told. I even had an unused, needle-less syringe I could use to measure with! No problem, I thought, I’ll try that.
We-l-l-l-l… it seems Lokii is immune to that most basic of cat-restraining measures: the scruff-of-the-neck hold. It didn’t stop him from struggling at all. There was no way we were getting that syringe in his mouth short of wrapping him up in several towels and getting a third person in to help hold him. This clearly would not do. I don’t want to upset the little guy, and I don’t have a third person handy.
My next idea was to put the oil onto something he would eat. That would have to be either raw minced beef or wet cat food. I opted for cat food as it costs less, even though I’d rather not feed them cheap smelly crud. Oh yes, ‘them’ – because there is no way I can give a treat to just one cat. The ruckus is unbearable, and I’m sure they would find a clever way of getting revenge. Sigh. So, I started them on one-half of a small tin of food a day, split again between the boys, with oil on Lokii’s portion. Easy-peasy, says I, Spot will only have a little taste in any case.
Oh no, of course not! The cat that will eat fabric doesn’t want the food with the oil on it, he wants the plain version. Spottie, the pickiest eater ever, wants the oily bowl …aaaaaa… Rethink. Give them one bowl, with the oil, and let ’em fight it out. Fine, okay; Spot still only has a nibble and wanders away, and I don’t have Lokii screaming his head off because he wants what he has not got. Whew.
Now the big question. Does it work? After fourteen days, we have had only two crayon incidents. Yay! And judging from the red, yellow and blue coloration inside of the first crayon, it was entirely due to him eating a blanket. His box still has very dry poop in it, and Spot’s has some of the nastiest smelling little brown gifties ever, but I think I can keep this up until our financial deficit will allow me some wiggle room to take Lokii-mon to the doctor.
YES! I was CERTAIN that the last pic was going to be his art!
Poor little blanket-eatin’ dude! Doesn’t this all imply some sort of deficit in his diet? Yeah, sure, not enough stuffing, that’s it!
Bwahhaha! No, I’ve taken pics of dog-leavings, but never of kitty crayon.
I just don’t know. I’ve heard of wool eating cats, and cats that suck on hair or fabric, but this devoted devouring is rather unique. He’s not pregnant, after all…
Oddball, certainly. OddballHairball! hahhahahaha! We use a malted jelly stuff (petromalt?) for Calpurrnia who has had the same poops as Lokii.
We call the “crayon” “skid marks”! errrrrrrrkkkkkkk!
Skid marks is good! I don’t know if we have Petromalt here. He never barfs up fur, so I didn’t consider hairballs. Especially as he cons his brother into bathing him all the time.
I don’t know if the petromalt is only for hairballs. It’s the malt syrup–why can’t we just feed ’em that?!
What a blanket monster! Maybe he likes the taste of your detergent? Great post – though its not a laughing matter, I couldn’t stop laughing 🙂
You have to laugh! You also have to accept that you can’t have really nice bedclothes…
Oh dear. I’ve had a constipated cat, and it isn’t funny at all but I’m still on the floor. (In fact, I remember when I called a friend to buy baby suppositories and she arrived with the cry: “Let’s get this cat shittin’!!!” I was on the floor then too…)
Hahah! Dear me, if I thought getting oil in the front end was hard, I can’t imagine trying the back door! I’d need a suit of armor…
I don’t really mean to chuckle at the kitty crayons or Loki’s constipation, but I know exactly what you are going through. Well, almost exactly. My little mini-pin used to eat crayons. Her poop was like rainbow tootsie rolls. Sounds like the situation is getting a little better now. Good luck to you all!
I’m afraid I have to laugh at your story, too! I’ve heard of children eating crayons and scaring the hell out of mom when the diaper change came due, but never a dog! Good thing she didn’t drag her butt on the floor, too – its hard to get crayon cleaned up!
Oh man, I hope the oil at leasts works a bit!
And yea, cat sucking wool or fabric. It probably a sign that they weren’t nursed completely, or it remembers them to their nest. If I remember correctly.
Hiro used to do the same, sucking on my blankets. But he stopped that after a while. Now he licks hair. It’s so nasty!
I wish it was just remembering nursing. I doubt his momma would have liked being chewed up!
Well, this is the first time I see a cat actually eating the fabric, instead of only sucking on it. And the holes look pretty big too!
Yep. I cut off the ragged edges, so he didn’t eat ALL of the missing parts. But still… yuck.
It’s a sad story, but you told it in a funny way. Poor little Lokii; I hope you find a solution soon.
He doesn’t seem to mind that much – I guess to him, this is normal.
We’ve had animals with delicate tummies and “issues” Have you tried a bit of vanilla ice cream? That is currently our best bet. Greek yogurt tastes different (you may have to try different flavors- forget the berry ones) We grow tender green thin leafed “cat grass” in (several containers) and munching that seems to really help. You can buy cat grass seeds – some people just use bird seed.
Loved the post because I can so identify.
I forgot about ice cream! He does like a taste of urs, when we have it. Don’t know how much of it he’d eat in one go. I might have extreme difficulty finding Greek yoghurt here, will give it a look though. The grass I’d rather avoid – Spot would eat it all for the sole purpose of puking it up again in a dark hallway…
What a patient person you are. Surely a cat-whisperer can find out if Lokii’s ego is whacked out and he’s expressing security issues. Good luck and may the rest of your blankets stay whole.
I’m probably the closest thing to a cat-whisperer in this country! If he has an issue, it’s this: he thinks he’s the toughest cat in the world, until the doorbell rings and reminds him the world is bigger than the house.
I’ve heard of feeding cats petroleum jelly for hairballs. It might help, and maybe he will like it better. And you could put it on his paw for him to lick off.
Ooo, I don’t think so. It is made out of petroleum, after all. I wouldn’t want to eat that myself… not that I have any interest in ‘salmon in jelly’ either!
I saw it on a TV show reported by a vet for hairballs. And when I use it for chapped lips some gets inside with no real harm done.
If you can find canned pumpkin, that is supposed to help with kittie konstipation. Never tried it ourselves, so can’t say for sure how much it really gains you. You need the purreed pumpkin, not the pie filling. (supposedly the pie filling has spices and the like added)
For what it might be worth.
Hi! Thanks for coming by. Pumpkin is a disappointing rarity in Ireland! It doesn’t exist -at all- in a can, and getting the fresh stuff is limited to Jack-o-lantern season. I do have a lot frozen from last year (https://heretherebespiders.com/2011/11/01/cucurbita-maximas-in-flight/), but I did try to get him to eat it at the time with no luck. The dog loved it, though…
Oh my. He has quite the list of accomplishments! Hugs for Lokii and his beleaguered digestive system and hugs to you for all the surprising art projects you get to see.
Thanks! He’s something else, that’s for sure. But then again, all of our fur-people are unique, aren’t they?
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LOL that had to be one of the funniest thing I had ever read in my life! And Santa knows how much stuff I may have read in my life. Mind you, poop humor isn’t my style, but you got a way to make it funny nevertheless.
Aww, that makes even me want to go read it again! And hey, poop humour is judged to be slightly above puns. I adore puns. You won’t get much class out of me!💩
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