*HOPEFULLY.*Well shoot! She had a great poop at 11:30am. I gave her some time to see if she was going to have bonus. She seemed good so I served lunch at noon. She pulls up after half a portion and goes to the box for round two. Then to the carpet for a drag and a near carpet bomb. I caught her trying to sneak one out from a low crouch, tail up position. "I know your tells! You're not fooling me." I shooed her to a box where she squeezed out the toothpaste squirt that put her over the edge.
The funny thing is, I had just picked up the pee pad from yesterday's barf and that's exactly where she put today's.
You'd think, "well why did you pick up the pad?" Because she would have just picked a different spot. She knows, up or down, pee pads are for peeing, and carpet is for barfing (and occasionally pooping.)
Anyway, I don't call these dosing day disasters for nothing.
I changed out her lunch plate remainder because, "that's the food I just barfed." I know how she thinks. It's a good thing I kept the burner can from yesterday. Just in case.
Miss Barf Paw is finally resting in her tree. May she get a good afternoon of sleep and wake up with dry paws.
And hopefully her even-odd pattern means the middle-of-the-night poop will be another one-and-done.