This morning I was woken by the sound of chundering. That’s nothing too unusual for a household containing cats, and I hauled myself out of bed to wipe the floor clean of furballs and make coffee. That plan changed fairly quickly when I found several puddles of clear liquid spew, and watched Naughty hurl up yet another puddle – this one red with blood. I threw on yesterday’s clothes, tossed a handful of biscuits on the floor for Kiki, rammed Naughty into the carrier and jumped into a cab to the vets in Mong Kok.
The vets attended to Naughty with commendable speed and she was x-rayed, squeezed, and all sinister possibilities were eliminated. Just an upset stomach, said the vet, but a nasty one. Naughts was given a jab of painkiller and antacid, and I was advised to bring her back with all speed if she threw up any more blood. Rather than take her all the way home, we spent the day in the office (not far from the vet) where Naughty dozed under my desk. No further vomit was forthcoming, and so we came home where I had a chance to inspect (and wipe up) the puddles on the floor.
Tinsel. Little fragments of purple tinsel. Now that’s mysterious, because I know that Naughty’s a moron who eats tinsel, so this place is a tinsel-free zone. All toys are inspected for tinsel before being handed over. I ransacked the apartment and – finally – found Naughty’s tinsel stash in a storage drawer under the spare bed that could only be reached by a lithe and slender cat. The colour matched that found in the spew-pools, and it was chewed. Oh ho. That’s gone in the bin.
Anyway, the good news is that Naughty is fine and is rampaging with Kiki. And I’d like to give extra credit to the vet who not only dealt with Naughty so promptly and thoroughly, but who also phoned me before she went off shift to check up on Kitty Dumbass’s status and offer advice for how to deal with further vomiting. But damn, that was an expensive little piece of tinsel.