About 4:00 a.m. this morning, Smokey let out the most horrid, bone-chilling howl!
I have never heard anything like it.
I ran to find him sitting in the hall looking very tense.
BJ almost tripped me trying to get to his twin brofur.
Smokey repeated this howl and then started throwing up.
He staggered a few feet, threw up a bit more, and collapsed on the bathroom floor.
He drank a bit of water... the fountain is there... and threw up bile.
I was trying to watch him and get on the internet to look up symptoms.
The info I found wasn't that helpful, it stated vomiting could either be nothing or be extremely serious.
I was getting ready to take him to the Emergency Vet.
He sat beside me and rolled over and started nodding off.
He wasn't affectionate like he normally is, he did not want me to touch him.
But he wanted to be near me.
I made him a bed in a favorite basket, and put a cover over the top to keep the light out.
He was sniffling, so I fired up the vaporizer.
He rested for a few minutes, then jumped up and went to the water.
He drank about half of it, then looked at me and went back into the "hidey hole" in the basket.
I was dialing vets to see who would be open today.
After that, I just sat, for three hours, staring at the basket.
He got up about 8 a.m., used the litter box, groomed Faith Boomerang, and sharpened his claws on the new lounger.
He looked at the food I had just put out, but only ate one Temptation.
Then he ran back in his basket.
Dr. Smith's office was closed today, but Dr. Rutledge was in.
They were probably the only vet in the area open, they were really busy.
But the wonderful vet tech stayed on the line with me to listen and advise.
He said if there was no more vomiting, Smokey was probably fine.
There were no appointments until late afternoon, but said if he started getting sick again to bring him in.
I finally got to sleep only to have Daddy Charley wake me up with a bad case of stomach flu.
One thing the vet tech asked was if Smokey had been stressed.
About two hours before, Sol had cornered Smokey.
I knew about it because I heard Smokey squealing.
Sol has, I hate to say, a tendency to "bully" when he can get away with it.
He fully knows what he is doing, too, he will give me these "sheepish" looks.
KC is the only one who will fight back with claws and teeth.
I don't know how stressed Smokey was, but it stressed the rest of us.
I'll post some photos of Smokey just as soon as my camera is charged.
I truly hope everyone else had a better "holiday" than I did.
But it was still good because Smokey seems to be fine now.
Daddy Charley is sleeping after being sick for hours.
~Mom ML
pee ess: I'll bet if a certain Lady Cat wanted to teleport over later, Smokey would really enjoy the company!
