I wish I had the feline equivalent of Calpol. MasterB is off colour and as been sick twice, bringing up his dinner and some dinner coloured froth. He is so unlike himself it s startling. No ginger ninja tonight, but an unsteady boy whose coat is staring. I lifted him back onto the bed and he has settled into a doze. There’s a towel beside his nose and newspaper over the bedroom carpet.
He has only been sick once before in the time he has lived with me. That was similarly dramatic. Racing around in the morning, rather quiet in the afternoon, and then suddenly looking as though he had aged by around twenty years. It’s only that memory and also how swiftly he recovered – one good night’s sleep and he was bouncing about as usual – that is keeping me calm. If he’s not right by morning we’ll be off to the vet.