Saturday, April 9, 2016

The Dangers of Kitty Crack

This is Kitten (a.k.a. Jack) speaking to all humans out there who live with felines.  Remember, you don't own us, we own you. By the way, I ended up staying behind when my original human moved out. They got stuck with me and the vet bills.

Today's post is a warning to your humans about the dangers of dry cat food (kibble).  You probably thought this was about catnip, didn't you?

Last month I was miserable.  My bottom hurt and I had to go to the litter box every five minutes. Mom took me to the vet.  I hate that place, it's noisy with dogs and smells funny.  They also probe and prod you and give you shots.

The first time wasn't too bad.  They pushed my bladder to make me pee and gave me an injection of antibiotic and anti-inflammatory.  The vet told Mom I had a urinary tract infection and that I should be fine in a couple of days.

Less than a week later my bottom became sore again and Mom called the vet for another appointment.  It was back in the carrier (horrible!) for me.  I was also very hungry because the vet told Mom I had to be sedated for an x-ray of my bladder.

I was in that office all day and it was torture.  I was starving, I had to pee, and I had to deal with the stink of frightened animals and the noise of barking dogs.  Hell would have been better.  I was so happy when my human picked me up to go home.  According to the vet, there was nothing wrong with me, so she recommended an ultrasound of my bladder for the next day when the sonographer would be in.

Again, it was another day of hell, no food from midnight on, the nasty smell of dogs, and my bottom was on fire until they finally sedated me sometime after lunch.  When the technicians ate lunch it nearly drove me mad. Being sedated was a relief.  Maybe this time I would be put out of my misery.

I woke up and the humans told Mom they had found nothing.  I was sent on my way with antibiotics (ersatz beef flavored pills, horror of horrors!)

Mom tried to hide the pill in my food. That didn't work.

Then she got reinforcements (Dad) who held me down while Mom popped those nasty things down my throat.  I even spit it out a few times. I wasn't taking that abuse, even though the humans said it was medicine. Those pills tasted like poison.

For a few days after the sedation, my bottom didn't hurt.  Maybe it was the pills. It could have been the aftereffects from the anesthesia because I was groggy most of the time.  Then the pain began again and I had this constant urge to pee.  When I didn't make it to the box in time, I went on the paper in the recycle bin. Mom wondered why it was stinky.

Mom called the vet and requested some painkiller.  Now the humans forced some nasty tasting liquid down my throat.  The pain went away.  I was high all the time.  I spent my time staring at the TV and craving kitty crack.

I noticed Mom had put away the kibble.  I craved that stuff so bad that I learned how to open the kitchen cabinet.  I dragged the bag of dry food onto the kitchen floor and dove into the bag..  I ate every morsel until Dad caught me.  He wasn't too thrilled with the mess on the floor.

I became a picky eater for a few days.  I wasn't having those meaty bits in gravy. Why did the humans change my food?

During one of my lucid moments I found out why.  Canned food has meat and water, which are lacking in the dry food.  Mom had been reading posts on the Internet and didn't want to spend any more money on trips to the vet.  She planned to cure me by changing my diet.

It worked.  After several days on the painkiller and a week on Friskies  shreds and Sheba, my bottom didn't hurt any more.  The humans stopped forcing nasty liquid down my throat. The urge to pee all the time went away. I felt good enough to attack my humans' feet again and I lost my addiction to kitty crack and pain meds.

Please tell your humans we are carnivores.  We were not made to eat meat flavored corn, especially the genetically modified kind. Besides urinary tract problems, a diet of kibble can contribute to:

Obesity
Diabetes
Kidney disease
Blockage of the urinary tract
Heart disease

It can also be hard on your wallet. Vet visits are expensive. I haven't been to the vet in several weeks.

Thank you  for reading my message.

Sincerely,

Kitten (a.k.a. Jack)

Translated from Felinese

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