A diary about diaharhea

ButterBall has been doing great this past week. Even after I fed him soft food. I was starting to think the stomach issues are over. Then my niece and nephew came over and decided to play with little BoogerBum while I was at the hospital. I have no problem with that. They love the little guy. Anyway, I got home and greeted ButterBoog, my little buddy. He was giving me my usual head butts and perpetual motor letting me know I'm glad you're hear. He immediately tore off to the litter box where he left a nice soft watery mixture of feces and some other liquid that I won't speculate on. Well, this little turd stunk it up. I think my nephew gave him some milk or something. It's ok, he's getting better. I was all ready to give him a wet dinner until the runs got him first. Oh well, he should be good to go in a couple of days. Stay out the bad stuff Ball!