Tuesday was a big day & by the time we got home we were pretty much write offs. By 5.30 I realised neither cat had put in an appearance for dinner. Marlow is chronic. He isn't loud but he is persistent & he tends to start the
I'm empty; feed me thing several hours before dinner is due. Very unusual for him to be so late. I found him upstairs curled up in a heap of the lad's grotty fishing gear & He was not a well moggie. This was
not good news. Our vets have been shut since the lockdown started & I'm not good with sickness. He refused dinner so I tucked him on the end of the bed where he usually sleeps. I say *usually* because if he gets cold or lonely during the night he comes & tucks himself in under my chin, preferably in such a way I have to wrap my arms around him, & I'm likely to find him gently patting whichever bit of me he can reach with a paw the way a mother would comfort an infant. And he's a purrer. You just have to look @ him to set him purring. Nothing. I was really worried about him. He's got a lot of Ragdoll in him so though he's nearly 10 he's still prone to running round the walls @ top speed when he's not sleeping & he follows me round the house & yard like a dog, with his tail carried high & proud. We didn't have a good night. He was still a little off the next morning but is back to his purrey ingratiating self!
The trouble with Marlow is he gets completely psychotic if I'm not around. He landed @ the vet one time because he got so stressed from me being away. I am hoping he just got in a tizz because we were gone so long ~ though he's not usually quite this bad.

He's stressing me out. Hopefully he just gave himself a tummy upset or something & there's nothing else going on because who knows when the vets will open again.