sleeper
On Sunday morning, Simon woke me up to let me know he was going to throw up (Thanks, Simon).

Unfortunately, he startled me, which made me jump, which made him jump. He was standing ON my face when he jumped.
face
This was the result. I guess I’m glad he wasn’t standing near my eyes.

For the rest of Sunday, Simon got worse and worse. He threw up more, and I realized he didn’t really eat Saturday dinner. This meant he wasn’t eating at all. By Sunday night, he seemed in pain. He went to the basement and refused to come back upstairs.

That is always a bad sign.

vet
So today he went to the vet.

gift
He brought the vet a gift of poo. I thought it was a very nice gesture, considering he was being poked and prodded. I raised him right.

snuggle
Tonight Simon is feeling a little bit better, or at least grateful to be home from the vet’s office. He is a snuggle monster. He has some fluids, some anti-nausea medication and some pain medication. Tomorrow we will get the results of his blood and urine samples. I’m hoping it was just a minor attack that seems pretty common with cats his age. If he continues to improve, that’s pretty likely.


Turn up the volume to hear why I wear ear plugs at night. Last night, when Simon slept in the basement because he wasn’t feeling well, I slept without ear plugs. I never thought I’d miss those ear plugs but I did.

Simon has shared my pillow for nearly 13 years. I know he won’t live forever, but I hope he shares my pillow for a long, long time.