Magnum: We should get that checked
Me: (hoping to avoid hanging out at the vet's) Let's google it!
Chaco: I did. It could be a hairball, a heart attack, or a bunch of other things.
Me: *sigh* fine.
So I got an appointment for yesterday afternoon, and the vet proceeded to poke, prod, and palpate away. She detected "something" near his throat, but couldn't be more conclusive without getting more
"Does he go outside?", she asks
"Yeah, lots", I answer
"It could be that he just inhaled a moth or something", she continues to palpate, "Does he eat mice? Birds?"
I pause for her to continue with gophers, bunnies, and other assorted rodentia. When she doesn't, I confirm that he's a mighty hunter and fill in the blanks.
"Does he fight with other cats?", she continues
"Yes to all of the above so far", I inform
We decided to go with a de-worming in case it's some parasitic revenge from one of Napolion's victims. Other than the hacking jags, everything else checked out fine.
|The badass in repose|
It seems to me that he's already improving. In fact, I think he was already improving by the time I took him to the vet's.
But there's just extra comfort in ramming a pill down his throat.