My dear Fat Father Jack is ill. He has been vomiting his whole meal since Friday. I thought it was a hairball so I gave him some Olive Oil. He was OK on Sunday but started vomiting again yesterday. He is bright, chirpy, hungry and doesn't 'look' sick or dehydrated. Even so, enough is enough. The poor old chap can't carry on like this. I wanted it sorted out before anything like kidney failure happens so he has a Veterinary appointment at 2pm tomorrow.
His cat basket doesn't fit on my small scooter, and besides, Kate has got it. So Nigel is bringing the cat basket and coming over tomorrow to take us to the Vet. I'm not looking forward to it. I can cope with things happening to people - possibly because I know what to do about them - but when one of my furry friends is sick, it really upsets me like nothing else. I feel at a complete loss.
I'll tell you tomorrow what the Vet said.
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