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desperanceSo this morning, Mac didn't turn up for his breakfast.
I know, right?
So then we had an hour of panicking: searching the house unavailingly, wondering if he'd got out, yelling for him all around the neighbourhood at nine on a Saturday morning, to the great joy of all the neighbours I am sure.
Eventually Karen found him at the bottom of a cupboard in a corner of her study. Where he hissed at her when she tried to coax him out.
So we gave him time and brought him breakfast - which he ate, which was the first good thing we'd seen all day - and then he stepped out of his own accord and went to the litter tray like a good boy and walked about a bit and hissed at us a couple of times and didn't want to jump up to the open window and finally settled into a box in my study.
So we abandoned promises of showing up to a garden party, and went to the vet instead. Where Mac obligingly hissed at the vet first thing, to confirm that something really was wrong. Vet thinks there's either a puncture wound that he can't find, or he's strained a muscle in his back (either could have resulted from the same incident, when Barry and Mac really got into it last night). So he's home now with antibiotics in his system and anti-inflammatories for the weekend (we get to pill him, oh joy). Barry has sniffed him all over, and says we've been fobbed off with a fake Mac and we should totally send this one back.
Does anyone out there suppose there is any chance at all that Mac might learn from this, and not keep attacking Barry?
(Meanwhile, I am giving this day to the gods, and propose to spend the rest of it lying on the sofa with Neal Stephenson. And alcohol.)
I know, right?
So then we had an hour of panicking: searching the house unavailingly, wondering if he'd got out, yelling for him all around the neighbourhood at nine on a Saturday morning, to the great joy of all the neighbours I am sure.
Eventually Karen found him at the bottom of a cupboard in a corner of her study. Where he hissed at her when she tried to coax him out.
So we gave him time and brought him breakfast - which he ate, which was the first good thing we'd seen all day - and then he stepped out of his own accord and went to the litter tray like a good boy and walked about a bit and hissed at us a couple of times and didn't want to jump up to the open window and finally settled into a box in my study.
So we abandoned promises of showing up to a garden party, and went to the vet instead. Where Mac obligingly hissed at the vet first thing, to confirm that something really was wrong. Vet thinks there's either a puncture wound that he can't find, or he's strained a muscle in his back (either could have resulted from the same incident, when Barry and Mac really got into it last night). So he's home now with antibiotics in his system and anti-inflammatories for the weekend (we get to pill him, oh joy). Barry has sniffed him all over, and says we've been fobbed off with a fake Mac and we should totally send this one back.
Does anyone out there suppose there is any chance at all that Mac might learn from this, and not keep attacking Barry?
(Meanwhile, I am giving this day to the gods, and propose to spend the rest of it lying on the sofa with Neal Stephenson. And alcohol.)