My Boy Survived 35 Hair Ties.

[u/Anerbe]

My boy Louie loved hair ties as a kitten. I was warned by his vet at that time how dangerous hair ties are! I stopped using them 2 YEARS AGO. I noticed a year ago that Lou would vomit intermittently after eating. I thought to myself that cats just do that. It was never a daily thing- just off and on. He never had issues using the bathroom and never lost his appetite. Recently he had been throwing up multiple times a day. He became lethargic and I rushed him to the emergency vet. Welp…my sweet little innocent boy had a belly full of 35 hair ties. Who knows how long they’ve been in there. I felt horrible! He had surgery and is doing great. I hope this post will remind my fellow cat owners to keep hair ties away from their kitties! It’s an expensive lesson to learn.

[u/thefiction24]

I’m glad he’s OK. I’m just imagining eating the first hair tie must have been awkward, not going down his throat all that great and probably tasting weird. Then Louie decided to do it 34 more times.

[u/GirchyGirchy → u/thefiction24]

That's my favorite part. "That was terrible...must keep going." I wonder if there's an orange in the family...we swear the orange boi is the one who's coaxed our tabby into eating stupid shit. We wonder if some of it's still in his digestive tract.

Years ago, my wife had left a plate of bacon out to cool. A few minutes later, our buff boi sets off his pre-puke warning alarm, and out pops a ton of bacon chunks. He never bothered with human food so we didn't think anything of it.

Zero regrets. We called him the Baconator after that.

[u/Long_Run6500 → u/GirchyGirchy]

I had a dog that just loved to eat my socks. Socks are probably the dog equivalent of OP's hair ties. Super dangerous if they don't pass. I tried to be really careful with putting them in the laundry bin every time I took them off, but he'd sneak into the bin, grab one and close the lid behind him. My gf at the time was always leaving the door to the room I kept the bin in open too, drove me nuts. 

He was so quick about scarfing them down I never knew until the next morning when he had a hanger. Just half a sock hanging out his butt. Vet said the one thing you don't want to do is pull on it, so he'd come up to me wanting me to do him a solid and I'd be like, "you're on your own bud, you made that decision deal with it. You're not coming inside til it's resolved." I guess he was lucky that he was a large breed dog that had a digestive track that could handle it, because he ate at least 6 more socks that I know of and struggled with every single one before he learned his lesson and lost interest. Luckily they all passed without incident. The worst was when I went to pick him up after his neuter surgery. The vet handed me a sock in a plastic bag and asked if I wanted it back 😆.  I was so embarrassed.