It’s been a rough 24 hours for my girl. Yesterday Morcilla started vomiting, mostly liquid and foam after the little she ate at breakfast had gone. And it kept up most of the afternoon. I got in touch with Sonia the vet and she recommended bringing her in, but I was loathe to put her (and me!) through that trauma if we didn’t have to. So we spent the evening with Morcilla looking quite forlorn, her tail down, noticeably unwell. She perked up a bit towards bedtime, had some water and then we went to bed. I was under vet’s orders not to feed her anything until the next day, and then it had to be an easily digestible “prescription diet” paté which I’d have to pick up in the morning.

Overnight there was one small incident but otherwise Morcilla seemed to be feeling better and this morning she was her usual playful self. That pic is from today with my favourite office assistant back on the job. Both cats were clearly annoyed that they weren’t allowed into the bedrooms (Peter’s duvet got puked on yesterday when we weren’t looking) but now it looks like we’re in the clear. Morcilla has to stay on the special food for another day or two and my god she is totally gobbling it up, so fingers crossed it was just a bit of stomach upset and nothing more.