I’m sleeping, Mom. How about we use this as an entire update? Quint is sleeping. I like it!
Not going to happen, sweet boy. C’mon now, people want to know how you’re doing. Up and at ’em.
Okay, fine. I’m up and here’s how I’m doing. I WAS sleeping and now I’m not.
That’s not what we meant, Quint. And you know it.
Okay, so here it is. I am doing much, much better after I stopped pooping last month and had to spend a day and a half at the vet place with all kinds of smells and sounds of puppers. I didn’t like it, nor did I like having to poop for the vet people there. Apparently, they really needed to steal my poop and I thought it should be mine, all mine. While I was there, I got really hungry and ate the canned food they gave me and my Mom got it into her head that I should eat nothing but canned food now.
I’m a kibble boy. Always was a kibble boy, always will be a kibble boy. The vet people say I have to eat canned food but I can have a special kind of kibble on the side if I insist, which I do, called Fiber Response. It’s really tasty and if someone named Mom would let me, I’d eat nothing but that. In fact, if she’d let me eat nothing but that, I’d poop for her all she wanted, too. How’s that for showing love?
I’ve tried to demand nothing but those tasty fiber kibbles, getting all up in Mom’s face and being gruff. “Mom, you’re going to starve me here. I don’t like any of those ten different kinds of canned food you keep pawning off on me. Sure, I might *seem* that I might eat them when you sprinkle the tops with that secret spice FortiFlora, but I’m just licking that stuff off. Is that the point? Well, here’s the point: I’m not eating that canned food. Give me those tasty fiber kibbles! Now!”
That’s what I say in my head. But honestly, I’ve never been a gruff kind of boy. Every time I think I want to get tough with Mom, it comes out sounding like, “Mmmrrrrrf, mmmrrrff, *purr purr purr* Mmmrrrf.” Not quite the tone I’d intended to set. And twelve hours later, a nice clean dish is brought in with fresh canned food on one side (Oh look. Pate this time. *turns up nose*) and yes! A bit of tasty fiber kibble on the other. One guess: Which one do you think I scarfed down immediately? And which one did I lick the secret spice off of and ignore the rest?
Quint, you know we’re not going to budge on getting you to eat canned food. The vet said, everyone says, wet food is better for you and better for your poops, too.
Better for my poop? Seriously? Do you know how crazy that sounds? I’m going back to bed.
We’re still working on getting Quint transitioned over to wet food. Our vet and everything we’ve read about switching from dry to wet food says acceptance can take anywhere from days to six months. We’re not freaking out over his lack of interest. Some days, he picks at his food much more than other days, and some days, we give him a bit more Fiber Response to build his daily calorie count. He also gets a couple syringe-fulls of a quarter teaspoon of Miralax dissolved in water twice a day, per vet orders, and probably will continue so for life.
We’ve tried mixing his wet food with goat’s milk (nope) and with turkey baby food (nope) and gravy products (nope), and if it ever comes to it, we’ll force feed him. We’re a long, long ways from that. Sorry, we’re not going to go the Raw Diet with him. He no longer likes the Iams Pro Health he used to eat exclusively, and that’s good. We’ll keep working with him to accept the canned Wellness food, sprinkled and mixed with FortiFlora here and there.
There are several web sites that talk about transitioning kibble eaters to wet food. We like this one from The Cat Site.
Other than this one thing, not liking the switch to wet food, Quint is doing really well. We’ll check in again with him next month to see what he thinks of his food then.
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