I had a miserable day yesterday because my kitty is sick. I couldn't stand seeing him so sad knowing he was hurting. He hadn't eaten anything at all in 2 days, and the amount he did eat the previous 2 days was barely a handful of food.

We took him to the vet twice, once after hours and have spent over $200 dollars on him this weekend because he has some kind of gastro-intestinal infection. In our minds, the money was well spent. You have no idea how much we love this little guy.

This morning he seems to be doing better, and is eating (although not much) and drinking. He likes roast chicken better than plain old chicken breast though. The vet told us to feed him chicken because it is mild on the tummy. I did not know that, but he kept turning his nose up at the plain chicken mr. ralph previously cooked up for him. He did however eat the roast chicken we had left over from dinner last night. I'm thinking it has something to do with flavour. This cat is not stupid, he holds out for the good stuff. He has expensive taste.

I'm just so happy he ate something, and he went out back for a while and rolled around basking in some sun. This is very good news since over the past three days he has preferred to hole up under our bed and sit like a rabbit (to protect his tummy we think), or curl up on the bean bag.