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When I came home alone one night, Grey as usual, ran out of the house for the corridor FREEDOM FREEDOM as if he's Julie Andrews rolling down the hill singing The Hills Are Alive. I dropped my bags in the bedroom and went out to get him back. I don't like picking him up so I tried the food tactic.

Usually waving a packet of wet food is enough to tempt the fella in but this time he just glanced at me distractedly before going back to examining the drain.

So I placed his food bowl near the door and tore open the packet, as it was dinner time anyway, and poured the food into the bowl. FOOD FOOD, i tempted him but he ignored me. I tapped the bowl against the floor but he didn't hear me.

I walked out to the corridor, hoping no neighbour was watching, and waved the bowl of WET YUMMY TEMPTING uhm FISH STUFF in his face. typically he'd be fainting from hunger and practically clawing to get into his dinner but he acted like he didn't smell the inviting fish stench. annoyed, I tapped the food bowl against his head.

TOK TOK TOK

oy, your dinner. eat leh.

TOK TOK TOK

Grey sniffed at the drain.

TOK TOK TOK
I tapped the edge of the plastic bowl against his head. no reaction.

TOK TOK TOK

I think the cat has dementia. he has forgotten what dinner smelled like.

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Grey, of course.

I was frowning at him while he glowered at me. what you staring at? his eyes asked.

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As I opened the front door, Grey sneaked out, as always. Without fail, every day when someone comes home through the front door, he will try to sneak out. He doesn't go very far but it's really annoying having to chase him back. Previously waving a packet of wet food would lure him in but he has soon learnt it's a false trap. Stamping our feet really loudly would scare him in but doing a mad dance out in the common corridor is embarassing.

My solution is to spray him with water. we have a spray bottle parked on the shoe rack for such purposes. Cats hate water. So everytime he sneaked out, all I had to do was douse him liberally with water and he would scoot back in again.

One night when I came home tired, Grey sneaked out again. Having no patience to deal with this, I grabbed the water bottle and started spraying at Grey. After a few squirts, I smelled something fragrant. I wondered why does Grey smelled like flowers.

I glanced down at the bottle and realised I wasn't holding the water spray. Instead I was holding the Febreeze bottle. I had mistakenly grabbed the Febreeze bottle, which had a blue head, instead of the water spray bottle, which also had a blue head.

Horrified, I quickly grabbed the right bottle and sprayed over Grey, partly trying to chase him in, partly trying to dilute the cloud of Febreeze on him. After I slammed the door shut, I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I just pretend it didn't happen, or confess to Bryan that I Febreezed his precious cat.

Grey stared at me accusingly.

Trying to minimise the harm done, I grabbed paper towels and wiped Grey down. He protested loudly at being cathandled but it was for his own good. God forbid if he were to collapse from smelling so good.

on hindsight, he was probably cleaner than he's ever been for some time.

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Grey, knowing he's not allowed into the bedroom, tried to sneak in the last time the door was left ajar. Unfortunately for him, I caught him halfway into the room and exclaimed NO! loudly. he froze and pretended he was invisible. I tried to hook my foot under his torso to lift him out, which works with Fido. Grey decided to act like a protestor and went limp. He collapsed onto the floor like a raggedy doll and laid there. As Bryan laughed at him, Grey eyeballed me as if daring me to lift him out the way the riot police were forced to lift protestors out of the way. I just poked my foot into his body and pushed him out of the room like a sad floor mat. in retaliation, Grey left a small tuft of cat hair on my big toe.

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I come home. The cats run to the door to greet me.

I enter the room. The cats sit outside waiting.

I come out. The cats glance at me and start walking to their bowls.

Fido pauses at the kitchen door. I turned on the kitchen light.

I pick up the cat food container. Both cats stare at me in anticipation.

I pour food into one bowl. Fido runs towards it.

I pour food in the other bowl. Fido runs towards it.

I put the food aside. Fido eats. Grey waits for the wet food that will never come.

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He's much better now, thank you for all your prayers. When the stones were removed, he was still peeing spots all over the house so the doctor prescribed stronger antibiotics for suspected infection. He's back to his usual self now. his poop is hard and normal. he eats well. he doesn't suffer from incontinence anymore. and he's back to meowing at the door.

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Last night we came home to find him hiding under the couch, a place he rarely went to. This morning there were blood stained urine drops all over the house. When I was in the kitchen looking for breakfast, Fido was sitting in the corner by the kitchen sink unmoving. The spot in itself was strange. That he didn't move when I wiped the pee drops next to him was also strange (he doesn't like the smell of the cleaner). That was when I realised there was a puddle under him. He had actually peed not just outside of the box, but sat in his pee not caring. Cats are fastidiously clean creatures. I knew immediately something was wrong.

I texted Bryan and we decided we should bring him to the vet immediately. Fido made long low maoing sounds, complaining coz he was in pain and he hated car rides. Thankfully there wasn't much of a crowd at the clinic so the vet saw him after a short wait.

The vet, who's also a friend of Bryan's, first recommended antibiotics to clear the infection. She then suggested we take an ultrasound of his belly because it could be bladder stones. To do so, they had to shave his underbelly to get a clear picture. While her assistant held Fido up, she shaved his belly hair off, much to Fido's displeasure which he made really clear. In the ultrasound room, they put him on his side and held him down while the vet scanned his insides. As clear as day, we could see 2 round shapes in his bladder. Fido did have bladder stones, which was probably the cause of the incontinence as they pressed down on his bladder and made him feel like peeing.

We decided then to operate because there wasn't any point bringing him home and back again. The vet performed the surgery in the afternoon and we went back to see him a couple of hours later after he woke up from the anesthesia. The poor boy was wearing the collar of shame. He had 2 tubes taped to him, a cartheter which was stained red and the other fluids as he was dehydrated. Fido looked calm and a little drowsy but he wasn't complaining anymore. We patted him and told him everything would be okay.

The vet showed us the bladder stones she dugged out after digging past 4 folds of fat. The smaller pieces were the size of sand. The 2 bigger pieces that we spotted on the ultrasound were half a cm each in diameter. These were too large to be passed out so luckily we had the operation to remove them. Their edges were also jagged, which may have caused some damage in his bladder that led to the bleeding!

He is staying overnight at the clinic so they can observe the colour of his urine before they release him. Thank you all for your prayers!

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Proof that cats fit anywhere.

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Fido is outside maoing. it sounds like this.

Aou Aou Aou Aou Aou Aou (then he gets lazy) Ou Ou Ou Ou Ou (then he picks it up) AOU AOU AOU AOU AOU AOU AOU (then he gets bored) silence.

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One of the cats has soft poop so Bryan decided to swap their half wet half dry diet to completely dry. However the cats didn't get the memo. So when we came home in the evening, they were begging for their dinner. I poured the last bits of the dry food into their bowls and told them, THAT IS IT.

they stared at me and waited.

I took a new bag of dry food to refill the food container with. at the sound of plastic ripping, both boys RAAAAAAN to me, with Grey shoving Fido out of the way to get to me first. It was like watching a skinny old man shove a slower fat lady out of the way to get to the free goodie bag giveaway. They watched me as I poured the dry food into the container and toss the bag away. Confused, they walked back to their bowls and sniffed at them, around them before looking at me as if to say, WUT?

I looked at them and shouted NO MORE WET FOOD! HA! and walked away.

Grey is holding out and refusing to eat the dry food. Fido was so hungry he gave up hoping so he ate his dinner.

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I woke up this morning to cat meowing and pounding on the door. I opened the door to see both cats waiting outside for me. They ran to the kitchen, half-expecting me to follow them.

I got to the kitchen to find a mess of litter all over the floor. They waited as I swept up the debris.

I washed both the cat bowls while Grey meowed inpatiently at me. I split the food equally between the 2 cats while Grey eyed my movements, waiting to pounced on the kitchen counter the minute I turn my attention away.

I put the cat bowls down and separated both cats with the kitchen door.

Took this chance to use the bathroom and brush my teeth.

Grey's litter box was a mess so I cleaned it up. scooped up the poop and stained litter. Did the same for Fido.

As I opened the kitchen door to get the fresh litter, Grey sneaked in and started eating from Fido's bowl even before he was done. I chased him out with a broom. He hissed at me angrily. I slammed the door shut in his face.

As Grey pawed the door, I watched Fido as he finished the last of his meal before I opened the door again. Grey stared at the empty food bowl as I grabbed the litter and replenished both litter boxes.

Grey sniffed at his box and then attempted to pee in the bathroom instead. I shouted at him and he ran away.

I started scrubbing the toilet floor. Grey used his litter box.

I washed a couple of bottles that I was collecting for craft. I heard Fido tossing his litter around in his box and when I looked, he had propped himself half in half out of the box and took a majestic poop. He climbed out of the box and left a trail of poop prints.

I wiped down the poop prints. Stared at the fresh litter now stained with cat poop. Scooped out cat poop.

Both cats are now lounging in the living room.

This sounds like a job description for a domestic maid.

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