Pictured cat was NOT healthy a couple weeks ago. He came home one morning and vomited on and off all day. After a second vomitous day we took him to the vet*, where they did tests and kept him hydrated.
He came home the next day without a diagnosis beyond “…must have eaten something nasty…”. No interest in eating the first day home, a little bit the second day, and by that night he was back to normal.
I have had cats my entire life, and Hannibal is The Best One Ever. Friendly, affectionate, plays well with dogs, tolerant to an extreme. He is 13, and I feared this might have been the end. We are soooo happy he is still with us and doing fine.
* We took Milady to the vet today just for a check (she is fine, although a bit pudgy). As I sat in the familiar waiting room I mused that it has become a second home this summer.