Aug 232004

He was fine this morning. He ran outside when Sprog #1 and I left for school, said hello in passing when I left with Sprog #2. About half an hour ago when I got home from the dentist, he was lying in the driveway and couldn’t get up.

I stopped the van halfway up the driveway and went to check on him. He was able to struggle to his feet, but didn’t seem to be using his right hind leg. I felt the leg but couldn’t find anything wrong—not that I’d know what to look for. I picked him up and brought him inside, and phoned his she-makes-housecalls vet and left a message on her machine. Phurball managed to clamber to his usual perch on the back of the couch.

Phurball on back of couch

Twenty minutes later he got down from the couch, which thankfully I didn’t actually witness as the thud he made was bad enough. When I spun around to see if he was all right he was staggering across the floor as if his legs wouldn’t work in sync. He made it to the living room and lay down on the floor again. I Googled up the Cary Cat Clinic and the nice lady there said she could fit him in at three. I hope his normal wonderful housecall-vet doesn’t feel slighted, but I don’t know when she’ll be back at her office to get the message and I’m really worried about the old cat.

He doesn’t seem to be in pain but he’s obviously not feeling well. Think good thoughts. I’ve had this cat since some time in 1989, which is longer than I’ve had my spouse.

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