Poor old Tommy Cat is having a hard time of it. Like many another old man, his digestive system troubles him, despite a high-fiber diet. When he first started having problems, years ago, he ended up in the pet hospital a few times, emerging from each visit visibly older and more frail.
He's not quite as sick this morning but it's a measure of how bad the poor guy must feel that, when I brought his carrier up from the basement, he walked in and got as comfortable as he can as soon as he noticed it.
So it looks like I'll be calling the vet. I hope she can help.
Update: Scheduled an appointment noonish today -- don't you wish M.D.s were as accessible?