Fragrance

When last we mentioned Tig’s particular, ah, ailment, it was under control. The antibiotic ear goop that the vet prescribed had cleared up his gastrointestinal upsets, and the kitty flatulence was conquered.

Or so we thought.

Tig started getting more fragrant towards the end of Mom’s visit. It became particularly noticeable when he was playing, and moreso when it was time to clean the litterboxes. So I called the vet, and the vet prescribed the pill form of the antibiotic this time. He thinks it’s a parasite. I think it’s extraordinarily annoying. Tig can’t be happy about it, either, as he is the one who had to deal with the aftermath. But oh. my. gosh, he stinks. He reeks. It’s horrible. And the worst part about it is, Tig simply loves to cuddle, thus reducing the nose-to-fart ratio.

He has been given many nicknames since this started, including: Fartster, Fartman, My Little Stinker, Stinkbomb, and tonight, Chris suggested His Imperial Fartness (or His Royal Fartness, as Tig is really not the imperial type). Then Chris suggested you all pitch in and help me out with more nicknames.

Go to town, folks.

He’s only been on the antibiotics since Thursday, so (sigh) it’s going to be a bit longer before they kick in effectively. And he’s on them for about three weeks. The vet is trying to knock those little parasites out completely. Oy. I really need this to happen. My sense of smell is most acute in the morning, and that’s when Tig climbs into bed to cuddle. And then farts.

Really. It’s just a bit much. I have never had a flatulent cat before, and I never want to have it again.

Tig the fartster

His Imperial Fartness, looking like he’s about to toot. (In reality, he’s about to leap on a string.)

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10 Responses to Fragrance

  1. Sarah G. says:

    Being the poor sap the volunteered to dose the little tooter today, I can vouch for his gaseous state.

    Everything was fine until I picked him up, then… well it was bad.

    I suggest little tooter.

  2. Mog says:

    Stinkypoo. Fluffy stinkypoo. He sure is cute thou.

  3. Er…

    Ginger Jet?

    Flatulius Fluffius?

    Wakey Poo?

    The Turgid Red?

    Anyhow, he’s a man and shouldn’t be judges too harshly. A man must do…

  4. Elisson says:

    Flatulus Maximus.

    Flatulus Catullus.

    Fertzelakh.

    Vaporino.

    Notary Sojac.

    (The last one has nothing to do with flatulence, but I always wanted to name a cat Notary Sojac.)

  5. Yankev says:

    Didn’t Phoebe on Friends have a song about this?

  6. Michael Lonie says:

    Felis Odorous.

    Katzesfot.

    The Unendurable One.

  7. jja says:

    Where’s Old Possum when you need him?

    Borboriguff

    Puzzari

    Skritchypong

    Felitor

    Perdarypus

    Fuzzhorn

    Skoochozm

    Mephustiphur

    Brimblechife

    Skutterslink

    Petogatto

    Skidderbum

    Do any of these merit a cat ass trophy?

  8. Pamela says:

    buzzbomb comes to mind.

    My old orange cat Orange would let one loose after eating garden lizards. The Vet told me to feed him another source of protein.

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