I thought I was a good "cat mom."
I bought him premium kibble, brushed him regularly, and gave him his favorite treats every morning. But there was one problem driving me crazy—and breaking my heart at the same time.
My cat, Oscar, threw up. A lot.
At first, it was just once in a while. I told myself: "He's a cat, it's normal. It's probably just hairballs."
But it became more and more frequent. Sometimes it was his barely digested kibble, right after eating. Other times, it was that dreaded white foam in the morning, when his stomach had been empty all night.
I would wake up in the middle of the night to the distinct sound of him heaving. I spent my time cleaning stains off the rug. And above all, I could see he didn't feel well afterward. He would hide. He seemed tired. Less playful.
I tried everything. I bought a slow-feeder bowl thinking he was eating too fast. I switched kibble brands three times. I tried the "sensitive digestion" wet foods. I even bought cat grass.
Nothing worked.
Until the day I had a conversation with a friend who works as a vet tech that completely changed my perspective.
She listened to my story, nodded, and told me something that hit me hard:
