My cat is sick.
This is the cat that usually greets strangers, is in the middle of every activity, and we have to keep doors shut to keep him out....he's hiding in the basement. He's all sunken in looking, and I'm pretty sure he hasn't eaten decently in a few days.
To the vet with him.
What makes me really nervous is the last time a cat got sick around here and we took them to the vet, she was dead a few hours later. Well technically they put her down, she had cancer in her jaw that was fusing her jaw together but she was so sweet that she never fussed about it. I'm not sure I will recover from this as easily.
I'm pretty scared to be honest. I'm almost always blown away by how much we love our pets. I love this guy.
Chip usually greets me when I wake up in the morning, to the extent of following me into the bathroom for love. I tend to come down the steps almost every morning with him on my shoulders "making biscuits" with his paws. If I sit on the couch, so does he. If I put up the Christmas tree, so does he.
Yesterday I made a blanket on the table. Usually this would be where Chip would plant himself and make every second of blanket making comical AND difficult...but I was able to get through 6 hours of creating without one moment spent shooing a cat from my workspace. Now normally someone would think "good, stupid cat didn't bother me" but I know better...it's more like " my cat didn't drive me insane, there must be something wrong"
The thing that makes this the most difficult is...who is really going to care about my cat..I mean I could sound crazy...like crazy cat lady.
Oh wait...I have the perfect friend to call!
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