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Yesterday morning.
Got up, no sign of Jimmy as he is usually treating the bed and its contents (me) like a trampoline in his eagerness to get his breakfast.
Went downstairs and he is in his chair looking rather miserable.
I gave him breakfast which he did eat some of but abandoned his usual routine of following me about the house and wanting attention.
He spent the morning lying on the bedroom floor and hadn't done a wee or a poo since the previous evening.
Come lunchtime and no change so I made an appointment with the vet for 4 pm.
Five minutes, five fecking minutes after I made that appointment, Jimmy comes skipping downstairs, polishes off his breakfast with gusto and does a wee. I barely had the wee scooped up when he went back in and did a poo.
I rang the vets to cancel the appointment and watched Jimmy chase a ball around the livingroom floor while I did so.
I tried explaining "The Cat Who Cried Wolf" to him but to no avail.
Got up, no sign of Jimmy as he is usually treating the bed and its contents (me) like a trampoline in his eagerness to get his breakfast.
Went downstairs and he is in his chair looking rather miserable.
I gave him breakfast which he did eat some of but abandoned his usual routine of following me about the house and wanting attention.
He spent the morning lying on the bedroom floor and hadn't done a wee or a poo since the previous evening.
Come lunchtime and no change so I made an appointment with the vet for 4 pm.
Five minutes, five fecking minutes after I made that appointment, Jimmy comes skipping downstairs, polishes off his breakfast with gusto and does a wee. I barely had the wee scooped up when he went back in and did a poo.
I rang the vets to cancel the appointment and watched Jimmy chase a ball around the livingroom floor while I did so.
I tried explaining "The Cat Who Cried Wolf" to him but to no avail.