Poor Mowgli's been dealing with gas and poo pancakes since yesterday. I waited to see if it would run it's course and it hasn't yet, so I gave the white coats a call to see if I should bring him in. Apparently, though, there aren't any lab techs in at the moment, so the reception folks will be calling me back when I can talk to a tech. Mowgli seems to feel fine, but boy has he ever been having a stinky time of things! He kept trying to dig his way to China to bury his pancakes, and in the course of doing so pulled his box liner out at some point last night so that he couldn't get in to the litter anymore. Which meant that this morning I had to do an emergency box and shelf scrubbing. And I've got a nice big pile of litter right beside the cage due to his digging.
As much as I've been letting him eat (Bad Lacey!), I'm betting it's the same problem Zelda had a while back - a case of bacterial overgrowth. It's so tempting to just pack up kitten and sample-in-a-baggy and head on down to the white coats right this instant.
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