Last night, when Deb got home, she couldn’t find Ripley. Usually, as soon as the door opens, Ripley is right at your feet. But last night she was nowhere to be found. Even shaking the treat bag didn’t bring her running. After searching the house Deb found her on the bed in the spare bedroom…and Ripley never goes in there. She barely raised her head to even look at Deb as she entered the room.
Something was wrong.
Ripley is the most vocal animal I have ever been around and she was making no sounds. Usually all you have to do is lightly touch her and she starts up her incredibly loud purring. But there was nothing.
All Ripley wanted was to hide and be left alone. Even when you put treats (which are normally like crack to a crackhead) in front of her face she had no reaction.
Something was definitely wrong.
We loaded up Ripley in the car and head off to the Caring Hands Animal Hospital. The doctor did a thorough examination, took X-rays and performed blood work but couldn’t find anything wrong. She did give Rip a shot of some antibiotics and pain meds because she could see that she was in pain and told Deb that if she wasn’t better by morning to bring her back.
Luckily, Ripley was already purring again by the time we got home. I pulled out a bag of her treats and she ran over to me and starting yelling up at me to give her some. Deb was so relieved to see her cat acting like her cat that the waterworks started (such a soft heart on this one).
Rip was still groggy and not herself for the rest of the night but by this morning she was back to being the Ripley that we know and love. She woke up and yelled at Deb to feed her and actually started eating. And by the time we were up and ready to leave she was playing with her toys and even jumping up on her perch in the front window.
What a relief.
Hope she is still feeling better when Deb gets home tonight.