Went to pick up my poor, sick child this morning... Sitting in his cage, looking rather sad and sorry for himself. He has one shaved arm so that they could attach a drip to rehydrate him.

Dehydration fixed, vomiting stopped, overall happier cat. Now he's just crying to be fed but the vet said no food until later this evening. Have to stay nearby today to make sure that the throwing up doesn't recur, otherwise it's back to the vet for another round on the drip!

I think overall the middle of the night vet visit may have done him good. The new cleaner is here, and he's a man... Gizzy usually hates new people, especially men, although doesn't seem overly worried about the cleaner today. After a few minutes of hiding under the couch he's now walking around the house. Even stopped in the bathroom to take a look at the cleaner in action!

Still wish he didn't have to scare me like that =\

Can't sleep... My little monster is spending the night at the vet emergency centre after spending the last hour or so vomiting and with diarrhea...

His last meal was about 4 hours before the vomiting started, although the food looked as though it had not been digested at all. The vet said that this is often a sign of food poisoning. Salmonella or the likes - usually something similar to what may cause humans to have similar symptoms. The biggest problem now is that he was started to get dehydrated.

So he's staying in kitty-cat hospital overnight with a drip in his little kitty-cat arm to ensure that he gets the liquids required to keep him healthy, and he's on anti-biotics. The vet said he should be ok to come home tomorrow, although may need to spend the day on the drip in hospital and come home at night.

The result is that I'm lying in bed worried sick, with horrid memories swimming through my head of the last time he was sick (intestinal obstruction requiring surgery), and how I thought then that I would lose him... I know he's "just a cat", but I am truthfully as dependent on him as he is on me... That said, I'm worried sick...

The vet said he's going to be ok, so I know he is going to be fine... I'll just do the panicky young mum thing in the interim.

I guess one good thing is that at least this time he's gotten sick, he hasn't timed it for the week before I'm moving interstate - at least I can be with him to ensure a happy recovery instead of driving between Canberra and Melbourne every weekend until he's fit enough to move here himself!