Yesterday, at dusk during feeding time, I stopped short in the yard. There lying under the apple tree was Merlin and the orange persian kitten. To see the two of them together astonished me. Merlin has gained the reputation of a tough ol tom and he fights any cat he encounters…or so I thought.

I popped open a can of food and dropped slowly to the ground. Keeping low, I managed to get about a foot from the kitten. He was watching me the whole way, but made no attempt to flee.

But for KoJo and Baker, the drama of mamma hugging the ground was to much for them to ignore. They came leaping out of the grasses to see what type of game I was playing. I didn’t know they were behind me, I could hear something coming but I was fully concentrated on this orange Persian. That is until KoJo jumped on my back, peered over my shoulder and looked at me as if to say “Whatcha doin Mom?” When I looked up, both the Persian and Merlin were gone deep into the underbrush.

I wondered if they were hanging together, but this morning, I only saw Merlin as he jumped on Stalker to show who really runs the show around here. I shouted, clapped my hands and ran them off their lock of each other. To Merlin’s retreating back, I vowed “I will get you captured and neutered!” The Persian was no where to be seen.

This morning, Mason gets to go yet again to the vet. He has determined that since pooping hurts so incredibly bad, he will give it up. He is swelling like a poison toad and not even a small mineral oil enema convinced him to get things going again.

I can imagine how much it hurts, and at his age, he should be pooping on his own by now. He doesn’t even pee on his own yet. So far, the daily change of bedding isn’t necessary. Something is wrong for this kitten and I hope we can figure it out.