I can’t concentrate today. I’m worried about my cat. He’s only four. And usually energetic, feisty and very cuddly.
Last night he was really tired, having problems walking and when he did, he was stiff. Like how I feel on a Sunday after a really rough game. You know, where every movement is a struggle and your whole body is sore and stiff. And he wasn’t really eating either.
This morning was better. He was eating and a bit more cuddly. But still having problems walking. He would sit still for long periods of time. And then slowly stand up and walk a few steps before sitting again. He also avoided any of his usual high perchs and struggled to climb on to his favorite chair.
I think he might have jumped off something too high and hurt his back or legs. It doesn’t help that in the last week my friend Kim had to put her cat to sleep after really expensive trips to the vet and then Emily in Philly blogged that she came home from a conference and found her cat had died.
I’m fairly sure my cat’s not going to die … but since he can’t tell me what’s wrong with him and I’m sitting here stuck at my office all day … well, the worrying will continue. He’s the only pet that I’ve ever had that was solely mine. And anyone who tells me that he’s just a cat can suck it.