I’m not sure if I’ve ever written something based solely on request before, but I suppose there’s a first for everything. On the last post, the comments revealed that some readers had misunderstood the title to think that I was about to post some information that may be “too much information” for the general public. Thankfully, the post was rated PG. And yet, there was some disappointment about the family-friendly nature of the post, and even a request for a real TMI post. So here it is. If you don’t want to subject yourself to TMI, you don’t have to click on the “more” below.

I’ve been a bit concerned about Dodo this past week because he’s only pooped once. I haven’t tracked how often Dodo typically visits the litter box, but I’m sure it’s normally at least once or twice a day. I cleaned his litter box last weekend, and the next day, saw a little pile of normal-looking brown turds in the corner of the box. And then after that, nothing. Not even pee marks. Of course I was concerned. Animals are super-regular! Three days or so without any scatalogical scatterings of litter — which brings us to last Friday — I raked my fingertips into Dodo’s belly as I was petting him, giving him gentle pressure from his ribs down to his tail, cooing, “Why aren’t you pooing? Why isn’t my fuzzy boy processing his junk, huh?” He didn’t yelp in pain or anything at the pressure applied to his lower abdomen. In consternation, I left for the weekend.

All weekend I worried about the Do and his tootsie roll production. I know it’s been cold, could that have affected his bodily functions? Could he have gotten into some plastic or giftwrapping ribbon, and maybe that’s now clogging his pooper? He’d recently vomited up some yellow puddles of half-digested cat food that had blue and pink giftwrap ribbons twirling among the chunks, still curled. Maybe some of that had moved through his intestines and stopped. It should work its way out, tho… plenty of times, coincidentally around my birthday and Christmas, Dodo would squeeze out colorful poo, round rocks wrapped in curly ribbon. Once a piece of red confetti was sticking out of his butthole, so I thought I’d pull it out. After pulling slowly for a few inches, the piece of confetti became, apparently, a long piece of curly giftwrap ribbon. That was pretty gross.

When I went home after the weekend, I eagerly peered over into the litter box. Brown presents galore! Yay! I’m so happy the Doders is making me utilize my pooper scooper again. I don’t know what I’d do without that fuzzy little warmth to rub my face in as he greets me every morning.