So.
About a month and a half ago, one of my coworkers had to move to St. Louis. Family stuff, I think.
He posted on the company newsgroups about the fact that he couldn't bring his cat with him, and if anyone was willing to take her in, that would be wonderful. She was orange and white and a sweetie of epic proportions. She was also twelve - which made going to a shelter a bad idea.
I, of course, could not say no to such a thing. My mother brought me up well. Not to mention that she was orange and white.
Now, all of the above things are absolutely true. She is the sweetest cat in the world. She also has an epic case a diarrhea. She had it nonstop for six months before we got her. The previous owner warned us (my roommate and I) about the problem, but made it sound like a health thing where she occasionally didn't make it to the litter box.
She NEVER. EVER. poops in the litter box. She'll poop right outside it. Or maybe in the hall outside the bathroom. Usually not in the living room or our bedrooms, thankfully. But NOT THE LITTERBOX.
I have brought her to the vet twice since getting her, and she is now on her fourth medicine.
CATS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE EASY!
....but she's cute.
P.S.: The userpic is not the cat. That is the first of the Sternbergian train of awesome orange and white cats. He's also a lich.
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