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Sweet boy Simon went to the vet for an ultrasound this morning, to rule out any serious problems that may have caused him to lose weight. The good news is that they found nothing serious, and he has also maintained his weight of 15.7lbs for three weeks now.

The bad news was that Simon could not eat food from midnight last night until his appointment this morning, which he decided was cruel and unusual punishment.

Simon looked and looked for his food all night long, and would stand on my pillow to update me on the mystery of his disappearing food. Every hour or so, all night long, Simon gave me an update on the status of his missing food bowl.

“Where could my food be? I looked everywhere. It is still gone. Paw to the face. Are you listening? Poke poke. This is an important mystery we must solve. How can you sleep at a time like this? I will go look again and come tell you the status again.”

At least his appetite is better.

He was happy to be home from the vet and even happier to see that his food bowl had returned from the mysterious disappearance. He kissed his food and told his food how much he missed it, and then he ate it. Nom nom nom. Now he is licking his belly fur to get the vet cooties off before nap time.