Lucy hasn’t been eating regularly since we gave her a flea bath a few weeks ago. At fist I thought it was because she was upset at us, for obvious reasons. In addition to the flea bath, I have been moving furniture, sweeping and vacuuming her favorite hang outs, and otherwise disturbing the peace. Jonathan even tried putting a few pieces of spam in her bowl with her kibble to get her to sniff around and eat something. Since I did the major flea cleanout, she hasn’t been eating at all. Last night she was pittifully looking down at her – full of kibble since Monday morning – bowl from the back of the couch. Turns out, her sniffer is offended by something where her food and water bowl usually hang out. We moved it across the room and she immediately did a nose dive into the kibble. We’re assuming it’s the flea killer spray, which has also been sprayed where her food and water are currently placed, which is also why she’s a dainty little picky snuggly brat.
This morning there was the tell tale ring of kibble in her bowl. Face planting into the middle of her food happened last night.
Lucy-cat is a small cat. A small, fluffy, snuggly cat. A cat of all cats and a cat for all cats. She is a purrbaby, a furbaby, and like all cats she is a butthole.