Yesterday, I realized bouncy little Luis the kitty (he with the soul patch, or so it looks), wasn't his bouncy self. He'd eaten a good breakfast, but then grew listless. When I picked him up, he seemed hotter than usual. Having had cats get sick on weekends, and with this being a holiday weekend in particular, I phoned the vet and took him in ASAP. He did have a fever, so they drew blood, gave him some fluid under the skin because he was also a little dehydrated from the fever, gave me some antibiotics and suggested I might have to forcefeed him because he'd need to keep his fluids up, giving me this wonking huge syringe to do it. I'm happy to say I didn't have to do that, because Luis ate on his own. The vet phoned back with the results of his blood work. He has an infection somewhere, although they couldn't tell if it was bacterial or viral. She was very pleased to hear he'd eaten on his own, and that the fever seemed to be going away. This morning, I'm happy to report that he's his regular bouncy self.
I did manage to get a little writing done, but I was also keeping an eye on Luis, so...not overly productive. I was going to go grocery shopping, but that fell by the wayside, too.
I've heard about writers who basically go off and live in the woods to write. I sometimes wish I could do that for a few days, but really, I'd rather be at home, even if it means I don't get to my writing because I've got a sick kitten who needs some TLC.
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