I seem to cornering the wordpress market in sad and worried posts recently. Late this afternoon, I thought I was going to be posting another.
Cat had a fit this at four o’clock. One minute he was a purry animal on my knee, the next he was scared and staggering; panting badly, his sides heaving. His intestines made a ghastly noise and he passed some silent but smelly wind. I lifted him into the bathroom and he wobbled into the litter tray. Emptied his bowels. Panting all the while. He lay down on the bathroom floor, and seemed to relax a bit.
I called the emergency vet. While we were talking, Cat sat up and walked over me, I was sitting on the floor watching him, to get to the bedroom. The vet advised I keep him quiet, and so long as he has no more episodes, not put him through the stress of a car journey today. She said he could eat and drink.
Just as well. At half past four he polished off the last of his biscuits. He then lay on the bed. I decided I would start cooking. Cat joined me in the kitchen and looked pointedly at the space where his dinner is placed. I took the hint. He ate the usual amount, and then went back to his biscuits which I’d replenished.
I can’t say he’s his usual self. But he’s been groomed and has purred. Rubbed his head against me and narrowed his eyes, which were huge and round earlier. Yawned and had a wash. He’s now staring in the direction of his bed, and I’m hoping he’s going to climb into it and have a sleep. For once, he doesn’t want to sit on me.
I think we’re both rather shocked and shaken. So, a quiet night and an early one probably.