I just have to state, for the record, that I feel like a complete and utter jackass. Every year the tiny cat’s butt hair falls out and for the first few years of her life, I would dilligently take her in to the vet and he and I would ponder her butt and he would say “Otherwise, she’s in excellent health. I think it’s just an allergy. If you give me all of your money, I’ll run some tests.” And I never had all of my money to give him, so I declined and we just waited for summer and it seemed to clear itself up.
Which was kind of sadly funny, since it meant that the tiny cat, who is quite furry, had no hair in the winter when she might need it and lots of hair in the summer when she didn’t.
But, citizens of Earth, just feeding her wet cat food once a day–a plan that costs me about $10 a month, which is $120 a year, which means, at this rate, it would take over a decade to cost me what the vet was quoting me to run tests–has been amazing. Amazing. Her sores are healing up. Her fur is actually growing back! She clearly feels great.
It’s so awesome I about can’t stand it. But damn, I wish I’d tried that about seven years ago.