He didn't have a fever so I let him sleep all day. That evening he asked for food, and then he yakked up his dinner - in two goes.
As Au is 14 years old and I am a fusspot, I held his paw most of the night that followed. In the morning he seemed perfectly ok and he asked for food. So I rushed off to the market at dawn to buy fresh chicken.
While it roasted, Au demanded breakfast saying he was STARVING. I gave him a sliver of ham and watched him anxiously. He held it down.
When the chicken was ready, he ate and stalked about moaning about how hungry he was when I made him wait for seconds. Then he had thirds and later fourths, all without any signs of being sick.
Au's a funny old boy. He's a bit stand-offish sometimes but when he's ill he comes straight to me. And now he's better, he's still grateful. He came to say hello to me at 1 o'clock this morning and for a moment I thought he was feeling bad again. But he just gave me a furry purry headbutt and went to sleep.
I love my old fuzzy.
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PPS Roll your mouse over Au to see what's he's thinking.