Nicki appears to be fine, but I'm not sure about myself!

Gees, about an hour ago I looked out into the back to check on the boys, and there was Nicki on the step, eyes barely open, drool coming out of his mouth.

My first split-second panicked thought, as I stepped outside, was seizure, my second poison. He wouldn't let me approach, rushed off into the garden. You know that feeling of fear/panic/dread/and did I mention panic that washes over you?

I rushed back into the house, thoughts going a mile a minute. It's 3PM, call the vet, there's construction down the street, get the carrier, get Nicki, I'm going to have to ask them if I can pay them later, after I transfer $ over to the credit card from the line of credit, get a syringe and get some water into him....You know the drill.

And in the minute or so that it took me to plug my laptop back in (I had been curled up on the couch with it), get a syringe and some water, and then get back out, Nicki was fine. I looked at him, and he was as calm as he usually is (take that however you like--lol), like nothing had happened.

Cripes.

I nearly had a freaking heart attack, and he likely ate a sour-tasting bug. Which wouldn't be the first time, either, come to think of it.

He's since eaten heartily and run around the back space chasing Derry, so I'd say all's well that end's well. Fingers crossed.

"What?!"

(Snapped yesterday)

Thanks for scaring me silly, Nicki!