My kitty is sick. Our precious white kitty who found my husband at work one day. Our loving, snuggling kitty who adores Thomas. I have a very bad feeling about this.
Kitty got sick a couple days ago -- all over the entire house. Even on my one-year-old love seat and carpet. I didn't complain like I might if there was a hairball, because I knew he was really sick. I didn't think to take him to the vet, either. Just thought it was a bug of some sort.
Today Kitty did not bother us during school like he normally does. We finally took a break in search of him. He was lying on his side with his mouth open. He looked dead. He wasn't. He was very lethargic, though. I carried him up the stairs and brought up a litter box for him. He finally drank just a touch of water and used his box. Then I tried to hold and pet him like he loves. He wanted no part of that. He jumped down, with great effort, and sat at the other side of the room watching us. Finally he lied down.
Tonight I lied down on the floor next to him and he let me pet him. He didn't purr, but he moved his head into my hand. I could tell he was enjoying this. I watched his eyes and they just don't look well. His mouth is funny colored as well.
I will be a basket case if he dies. I love this cat. Thomas loves this cat. If he makes it through the night, I'm calling the vet first thing in the morning.
My world just wouldn't be the same without him. Sigh.