A "bad" bug?

Nicki had me in a real panic on Tuesday evening.

Who, me?

I won't go into the nitty gritty details, suffice to say that he was "off" for much of the evening and wasn't able to keep any food down (as I later discovered). Around 7 PM I found him lying flat on his side on the hall runner, conscious but not moving.

I went into full panic mode, of course, rushed first to him (he followed my fingers with his eyes and his breathing was okay), then upstairs to throw some "real" clothes on so I could take him to the emergency vet. My first thought was a blockage from his kidney stones, with a dozen other scenarios running through my mind after that. Once upstairs, I found that he had thrown up everywhere, made a real mess, poor boy.

When I raced back down, a short time later, Nicki was a bit perkier and got up, walked normally into the living room. *Whew*

I had (have) slippery elm bark powder on hand, thank goodness, mixed a tiny bit with water and syringed that into him. That seemed to settle his stomach, and he later was able to keep about 1 tablespoon of kibble and 2 teaspoons of canned down (not all at once). 

He still wasn't back to normal yesterday (Wednesday) morning, would only eat kibble, wouldn't touch any of the three brands of canned I put down. But by yesterday after work he was okay, ate a variety of canned as well as his usual bit of dry.

Whatever it was, he seems to have purged himself of it (all over my area rug in the upper hall), and seems to be back to his normal self, or almost fully back, he hasn't been too bratty yet. He did his business in the litter box as usual late yesterday too, so that was good.

There's nothing different in the garden this spring, so my best guess is he foolishly ate a "bad" bug of some sort. I can't think what else it might have been! Nicki was just at the vet on the 13th, his blood work was normal, etc. Anyway, as long as he (and Derry) are okay, I'm happy.

Just don't do that again, Nicki!

Peace.