Okay, now I'm a bit freaked out.

Otis has been a bit distant since yesterday which ... okay, fine, whatever. But he was walking a bit stiffly, which I just attributed to him squeezing his big old butt into the cubby in the cat house and staying there all damn day.

And then this morning I pulled him out from under the dining room table to give him a snuggle, laid him down on the bed, and tried to pet his tummy. Every time I pet him up higher on his tummy, he'd meow in this crying way, which he was also doing earlier this morning as well. Then I got up to go to the computer, and that's when he got to walk away -- limping with his front left paw raised, which was the side that he didn't want me to pet.

He also left a big yellowish stain on the bed that smelled awful, but not like urine. It wasn't vomit -- he does that gagging thing before he vomits and does it loudly -- and I thought it smelled more like that awful smell dogs make when you express their anal glands.

Soooooo, yeah. Now I get to spend the entire day worrying about my cat while I'm at work and Bryan's annoyed because he has to take the cat to the vet for me.

The skinny on Otis

- He's just under 13 pounds. So, er, not that skinny.

- Simon did bite him, so my mom put Simon into seclusion at her house and the vet pumped Otis full of antibiotics and fluids.

- He was also dehydrated and feverish.

-Did I mention he's a butterball? Heh. Chunky monkey. :)