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Yesterday ended around 4:30 AM, after an emergency 3 AM trip to CVS and a couple of hours of shoving sugar down my seriously--as in, "first reading on the glucose meter once we realized what was probably going on: 34 rather than somewhere in the 70s or above"--hypoglycemic cat's throat.

nminusone's day ended much later than that, as he stayed up with Gateway after I'd gone to catch a nap before work to keep feeding him glucose, cat treats, and Fancy Feast until he'd mostly recovered. I'm thankful that I got sucked into reading the latest Anita Blake book (not a phrase I ever expected to type) and was still awake at 2:30 to notice that the cat was acting very strangely.

The day's kind of gone downhill from there, and I have another two and a half hours to go here before heading home. Joy. Where's my Bag o'Bliss?

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It all kind of reminded me of his behavior when he came back from the vet post-anesthesia; kind of spacey and not communicating so well with some of the extremities like the back legs. He was on the floor on his side looking like he wanted to get up and get on the bed but was unable to get the back legs to do what he wanted, and he seemed a bit agitated and repeatedly freaked out when he caught side of his tail moving. His pupils were really dilated, and he seemed to have a lot of ear/eye twitching going on. When I picked him up and set him upright, he stayed in that position looking kind of dazed. I set him up on the bed, and instead of his usual "no, I only go where I put me, not where you put me" maneuvers, he again sat in one spot looking dazed until he flopped on his side. Most telling of all, he didn't even flinch when I put my hand on the ~~bear trap~~ belly when he was in a position where that sort of thing is never allowed.

Oy, Good on you for the observational skills. I don't know that I would have noticed unless I'd already gone so far as to pick him up.