The other day I came home to find this on my kitchen floor.

I was horrified, of course, and worried. Marcy is now ten years old, and has an increasingly sensitive stomach. At first I thought it was vomit, but later realized it was poop. After a trip to the venerable Dr. Van, Marcy was diagnosed with a mild case of colitis, and is now on chicken and brown rice for a week! Poor little poopy girl . . . I love you, Marcy!