Well, apparently I'm going to the veterinarian. I overheard mom talking on the phone yesterday, and she was telling someone that I'm acting strange and having some... issues.
If I might be so blunt, everyone suffers from constipation once in a while, and I guess my system's off. I know these two are worryworts, what with my advanced age, but I guess they're getting concerned that I'm also exhibiting some other peculiar behaviors.
As the photos several posts ago show, I recently began this new obsession with the toilet bowl, and lately I've been drawn to it more and more. The other night I even tried to lean right in to drink the water as it swirled around when mom flushed.
Mom and dad provide me with plenty of fresh, cold water, so it's not that I'm not getting enough to drink. They've also changed pretty much entirely to canned food, but even my desire for that has dwindled and I seem to be losing weight.
Now, it seems they can't keep me away from the windows in our apartment. Dad's gotten up and found some of the blinds bent at odd angles, and I have this strong need to get up in/look out the windows.
Over these past two days mom and dad have found me standing in the bathtub moaning and wailing. I hate that tub, and normally want nothing to do with it. I've been extremely restless for a couple of days, and haven't been sleeping like I usually do.
Yesterday they were watching me try to eat, and noticed that I wobble and seem to lose my balance when I try to lean to drink. They'd previously adjusted the height of my food and water dishes since it seemed that it bothered me to lean down, but it's only very recently that it's gotten worse.
So, though it's too late to make a long story short, here's where I'm at- They've made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon, but I have this sneaking suspicion they're going to try to take me in today, since I kept them up most of last night with my wailing, and I haven't touched my food at all.
I'm telling you- the way these two worry, they're going to make themselves sick!