We're at the vet at 11:20am this morning. At the kitties last meal yesterday, Billy didn't show up. He was under the couch. When I pulled him out, he just sat there looking dazed. He didn't eat ANYTHING. And he didn't sleep with me, he just crawled back under the couch - where he was this morning.
He ate a few licks of food this morning.
This is NOT Billy. He's our little piggy - usually running around like a mad man in the morning, trying to cause me to trip and break my neck while I fix food, talking up a storm, hopping around, demanding love from Chumley...
Gary didn't sleep a wink (which isn't saying much, but he got to worry about Billy all night while being awake).
He ate a few licks of food this morning.
This is NOT Billy. He's our little piggy - usually running around like a mad man in the morning, trying to cause me to trip and break my neck while I fix food, talking up a storm, hopping around, demanding love from Chumley...
Gary didn't sleep a wink (which isn't saying much, but he got to worry about Billy all night while being awake).