Scratch the Cat, Find a Fever

I see a trip to the veterinarian in my near future. My poor cat, Hush, is sick.

Every morning, Hush wakes me up at about 5:45 to let her go outside. Today she didn't ask and I therefore overslept. When I did get up, I immediately dished out some food for her. Instead of running to eat like she normally does (and it shows - a friend of mine calls her "Tubworth"), I carried her to her dish and she wasn't interested. And when I got home, she was asleep under the dustruffle of the bed. The only time she hangs out there is when she doesn't feel well or when it's thundering, and today there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

I feel so bad for her. She's opinionated, irritable, demanding, and insistent about what she wants. Today she was none of these things, nor yesterday for that matter. In short, she was well behaved and all-around just not my cat. It's no fun to be sick, and even less fun when you can't tell anyone what's wrong.

So off to the vet we'll go. That's not entirely bad though. He's pretty cute.