Gracie is Georgie’s sister. She’s always been a really sweet little thing. She went into hiding back when Richie and Opie were kittens (they were terrible about chasing the older guys). For a while she lived under the loveseat in the family room, but eventually moved out the garage, on a blanket covered table next to the litterboxes.
I feed her up there and she’s got her own water bowl.
This morning, she wasn’t there. I searched for her and finally found her in the bottom part of a kitty condo. She purred for me, I took her out, she can walk okay, but she went back into the condo and is now curled up and sleeping.
I’m hoping she’s just having an off day. I’m thinking back to Annie who had kidney problems and thyroid problems and the last month of her life was spent with me dumping pills down her throat and giving her fluids. It wasn’t good for either of us.
So, I’ll keep an eye on her and if she isn’t better in a couple of days, we’ll make a trip to the vet to find out exactly what’s going on with her.
She’s such a nice little cat, so quiet, peaceful and friendly.