This is Bean Sprout, inside looking out. I snapped this pic through the glass on the other side. It's as if he didn't even notice me. Haughty little bastard.
But he gets his way.
The night before last, he tried to jump up into a chair and missed. He fell, and moaned a little. He was hurt.
It wasn't a long fall, but he might have landed badly.
I got my scare the next morning when I noticed his tummy was tense and tight. I called my vet, and the excellent assistant told me to check the color of his gums. I thought they looked pale purple rather than hearty pink, which could indicate internal bleeding.
"Go to emergency," she said. "Better be safe than sorry."
Zoom. No shower, no makeup. Off to emergency.
On the way, I thought Bean Sprout's tummy might be relaxing a bit, but every time I poked him, he'd tense up again.
After an examination by no fewer than three delicious female animal experts (I wanna be a vet!), we came to the conclusion that he was probably OK, probably a little tender from the fall, but that we would have to monitor him for 24 hours.
Finally, last night around 10 p.m., he ate his first meal of the day.
And today he pooped.
I think he's gonna be fine.