Some kitty in our clan has been a phantom puker. It happened for 3 straight days about 2 weeks ago. Toothless, being terminal and all was the obvious suspect. Only… the mustard yellow puddles of textured yucky were discovered in the hallway and the in the kitchen. Some cat deposited them in the middle of the night while we were sleeping. Since Toothless shuts herself up in Dee Dee’s room she was quickly ruled out as a kitten of interest.
While it wasn’t an alarming amount of vomit, we were able to cross Tyrion off the list of possible culprits. The piles of goo were about the same size as that teeny kitty. I simply can’t believe it could have been him.
That leaves Jake and Andy. Recently Jake packed on some fluffy pounds. We crack jokes about him being a fat cat. Jake ranked high on my list of possible pukers.
Then before I even solved the mystery, it stopped. Quickly the incidents slid out of my mind. Today Dee Dee witnessed Toothless throwing up. When we were cleaning it, we saw blood. I’m nervous. Is it the medication that caused her to vomit blood or does this have to do with her cancer? I honestly don’t know.
Weird to say it, but other than puking up blood, Toothless had a good day. She hung out in my window and watched the birds for a long time. She cuddled with me. She purred. She chirped. She flexed and unflexed her paws against my head. She nuzzled my chin, cheeks, and forehead.
I’m worried. This can’t be good.