I can’t find Angel.
And Mickey threw up. A huge amount of food. Right after leaving the litterbox.
Then he walked through the house, squatting and dropping little drips of very wet poop. Typical sign of constipation. (The little drips are all that can get around the big feces that’s waiting in the bowels, that isn’t leaving.) It was so bad I had actually asked Brian to get the big crate down because I didn’t see me following Mickey around all day, cleaning up after him. If he didn’t push it out today, I’d be calling the vet.
Then I saw a very small pile on the runner carpet (washable, everything in this house is washable) and I knew he’d pushed it out. I gave him fluids (three times a week, Monday, Thursday and Saturday, until I get him back to the vet for a followup blood test), then I found another large poop in the hallway. So, he had a lot in him, he must feel a lot better now. And I’ve got some laundry to do.
Now to find Angel…...
Found her, under the sofa. Wiped off Mickey’s bottom and put him back on the bed (he had been sitting on the toilet seat in my bathroom). Now Miss Elizabeth is crying for food. Off to feed her.
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