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Ewwwww. I feel your pain. For some odd reason, a month ago when my grandchildren were here for the weekend, one of my cats peed on one of the boy's sweatshirts. I think the cat was jealous that she couldn't have any lap time with me due to the children being here. That's a sad state of affairs, isn't it. I hope your sweather comes clean.
I think our cat is bulimic. He barfs ALL the time- mostly because he eats too fast and partly because sometimes he eats things like foam play mats and rubber bands.
Hope the sweater comes clean!
Well, it's sort of like people. Weird things happen when your life span is two or three times what it is in the wild.
The Other Cat went in for a dental early this week. We don't get fed until she has taken her medicine. Thankfully, she is a fast learner and doesn't put up too much of a fight.
I'm not convinced the medicine is necessary. Since the treatment, she's become a LOT friskier. Imagine you're a virile young man in your late thirties and you regularly get beaten up by a 95-year-old lady. That's pretty much what my life has been like this past week.
Is that your sweater I smell all the way over here? 
Pilling a cat is always a challenge. We got the tube devise from the vet who nimbly showed us how but can we get near the cat with it? Only if we want to be tattoo man of scratches. Hamburg huh? Next time I'll keep that in mind.
My vet has something called "pill pockets". I cut pills up, put them in the pockets (which are quite malleable) and he eats them down like treats. Even comes to let me know if I've missed a dose.
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