Warning: graphic pet shit (literally).
So, both cats are having "issues" these days. One is longer-term, but so far not concerning, just REAL annoying (extra soft stools, outside the litterbox sometimes). Got some meds from the vet to try and resolve.
Just starting 2 days ago, the second one started meowing more and with a slight howling sound, you could tell he was uncomfortable; I thought constipated. Some spitting up, and leaving little liquid drops of crap ALL around the fucking house (Karen and I were nuts, cleaning up after him). So he had the second of two visits to the vet tonight. Wonderful doctor inspects him, agrees that he may be constipated, offers a few things to try....
...so my cat had an enema tonight.
Got home, segregated this one from the main part of our house with a 3+ foot high TV box. Both cats had separate litter and food. I come downstairs, my son is there looking at the box. And I see the cat in the kitchen..... "Dude, why'd you let the cat in, didn't you see the section was closed off....?" "Dad, i didn't touch it...he was in the kitchen when I came down...."
Oh, great. But lo and behold, he just let loose a large dump in the litter we set up for the other cat! He also seemed to be relieved, and he jumped up to his favorite window sill to get brushed, purring like (we hope) his old self.
So fingers crossed he's OK now, no more spotting or accidents.
And who knew....a friggin' kitty enema......