CSI- Cat Shit

(Inspiration for this tale comes from here.)

Several years ago, I was sitting on the throne, doing the morning BM, when George walked into the bathroom. He had a thin white string dangling from his mouth. I recognized it as dental floss and lunged at him. He evaded my attempt to grab him and, when I finally nabbed his skinny ass, he had swallowed it all.

I remembered tales I had been told of cats who had eaten dental floss, only to have it loop around internal bits of their intestines and, in essence, disembowel them from the inside. In a near state of panic, I called the vet and asked the "now, what" question.

The advice was to check for the floss in the droppings. I had a box of disposable gloves, so every time I found cat poop in the litter box (or elsewhere), I donned a pair of gloves and squished the turds, searching for dental floss.

Roughly 36 hours later, George shat out a turd that had the floss all wadded up in a nice coating of cat poop. I was relieved that George wouldn't need surgery (I wouldn't have to pay for it) and that I could stop playing the role of Abigail Sciuto of Cat Shit.