Excitements of the feline kind.. aka Spacy Cat (TM)

Chino — the furry brick that manifests when thwarted as a thug — has not been himself this last couple of days: lethargic and (more worryingly) unable to keep food down. As he is on long-term medication for arthritis which can affect his stomach, kidney and liver I judged it prudent to haul him to the vet this morning... The verdict: borderline worrying, but not worrying enough to take bloods yet. First we would try ceasing his arthitis meds for another day or two, and substituting an opioid (first by injection, later by mouth) and replacing his usual strictly-metered diet pellets (I did say furry brick) with some yummy kind-to-digestive systems expensive moist stuff.

Chino would just like to say: Peace and Love, man... Bring on the good stuff; just ignore the fact that I can't walk straight and need to lean against the walls. And the fact that my eyes are so wide I don't think I'll ever close them again.

We shall see what the morrow brings... But a stoned fourteen-year old cat is an amusing thing.