Yesterday was not a good day.
It started badly when I was woken at around half six. Frankly, that is a spot in time that should be blank as most honest people should be asleep at that time. Time should stop at midnight and restart somewhere around nine in the morning.
So I was woken to one of those sounds that sends a chill down the spine – the sound of a dog retching. Fuck!
I got up. I quickly discovered three spots on the floor that frankly I would rather not step in. I opened the bedroom door and Penny shot off to the back of the house leaving me to deal with the somewhat revolting puddles of puke. I can assure you that this is not a pleasant task at any time of day, but in the small hours just after waking it is a stomach churner.
So I went to see where Penny had disappeared to. She was in the back room, in the process of puking onto the couch, having already planted another lot on the carpet. Double fuck!
So I spent a happy morning spraying the carpets and couch with stain remover and generally enjoying myself [or as the modern kids would say – not!]. I got all the stains out and the only problem is that all the patches are now cleaner than the rest of the carpets. They can stay like that.
She was off her food all day but drank copious quantities of water. She spent most of the day outside just lying in the grass and looking miserable. Any time I let her in, she would just drink more water and ask to go out again. She was not a happy camper and nor was I. I was having all sorts of visions that mainly involved images of our cat and the time he was purring happily on Herself’s lap before suddenly keeling over, dead.
She’s better this morning [Penny; not the cat; obviously]. That is to say she has improved a lot since yesterday though she’s still below par. She’s still not eating much but is more lively and taking an interest in her surroundings. I put down one of her favorite dinners and she ate some but left most.
It looks like another trip to the vet might be in the cards?
I’ll see how she is tomorrow.