Since bad things generally run in threes, I wonder what is likely to happen next. Today I voiced the question "Where is the cat?" I hadn't seen him for several hours and usually he's a yo-yo. "Owwwwwwwt! I wanna go OWWT!" "IN! Lemme IN!" This goes on all morning long.
So, I was rather surprised that I hadn't seen him for several hours. It was chilly out, and Ed's getting to be a cat who likes his creature comforts. I asked Elegant Mother if she had seen the cat. No. That left Dear Husband, who said he had let the cat out early, and let him back in shortly thereafter.
I started looking in all the favorite snooze spots and found him under the table that holds the computer in the living room. He was still there a couple of hours later, so I called to him. He rose partway, and hung there, as if trying to decide whether he could make it the rest of the way. He wouldn't look at me, and finally settled back down on the carpet.
I got down on my hands and knees, and gently ran my hand over him. He didn't seem to have anything broken. He let me touch him without offering to bite or crying out. I let him rest through the afternoon, and then got him to eat some cat chow. Just a few moments ago he lapped up some water, so I'm hoping it will be safe to let him sleep through the night.
I have no idea what's causing the problem. I'm not even sure what the problem is! It could be that he has been hurt in a fight, or that he's eaten a bad mouse. I suppose he could have been poisoned, or perhaps he's got a cat version of the flu. My stepson just looked him over, and we agree that he doesn't seem to need a flying trip to the emergency vet, so the game plan is to let him rest, and check him out in the morning.
It's really difficult when a pet becomes ill. You want to do your best for them, but they can't tell you what's going on. I hope he feels better in the morning.