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Bear, Moo, Pancho, and Simba   Recently, Pancho, one of our new little kittens, left a surprise in the litterbox: blood. What was going on? He and his brother Simba had been served breakfast together (same food) with the older cats, figuring they were ready to graduate to big-boy status. They were not, and his stomach rebelled.  Why sudden diet changes can cause chaos in the litter box Cats don’t like surprises — especially in their food bowl. A sudden switch, even to a high‑quality food, can leave a cat’s stomach saying, “Whoa, what was that?” Why it happens Cats have sensitive digestive systems. A new food means: Different proteins Different fat levels Different moisture Different texture Different additives or supplements Even one unexpected meal can trigger: Loose stool Mucus A streak of blood from irritation Urgency (not making it fully into the box) A very offended expression How to avoid the chaos If you want to change foods, do it gradually: Days ...

  Moo, unsure about the greater world  Pest control came out and confirmed what we suspected—our house is hosting a full-blown rodent convention. Mice in the walls. One rat. And eight cats… who are absolutely scandalized. These are street rescues. Survivors. Cats who once knew the wild. But when a real mouse scurries across the floor? They freeze. They flee. They look at me like, “You expect us to handle that?” Except for Moo. Moo is the Uncat. Moo doesn’t cuddle. Moo doesn’t play. Moo doesn’t socialize. But Moo does patrol the catio and adjacent room with surgical precision. No fuss. No hesitation. One swift zap, and the mouse is history. That space is his domain, and he keeps it rodent-free. Try to bring Moo into the rest of the house, though? He wails. He trembles. He pleads to return to his post. Moo is a specialist. A one-room legend. Meanwhile, the other cats? They adore toy mice. Plush ones, crinkly ones, feathered ones. They bat them across the floor with glee. T...

  Moo yucking Because we found some unwanted guests emanating from Tiger (worms, probably pre-installed before he moved here from an insect-infested apartment), the whole feline crew got a dose of deworming. Moo, our lanky teenage optimist, was thrilled —a new experience! He even opened his mouth like a baby bird, ready for the mystery morsel. I dropped in the pill. And then… betrayal. His eyes widened in cinematic disbelief. Was this poison? With operatic flair, he launched the pill halfway across the room, then began a dramatic tongue routine—rapid in-out flicks, punctuated by a chorus of “yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck…” that lasted a full minute. The only meow he ever uses came next—a high-pitched squeal of accusation. Then, with the dignity of a wronged prince, he turned his back, leapt off the counter, and vanished into the bedroom. Guess we’re shopping for the liquid version. For more posts about Moo (the un-cat), click HERE . Learn more about cats. See our many  Caturda...