Charlie will be the one going to the vet this morning, as soon as the clinic opens and I can get an appointment. His tree-climbing and getting stuck up there for 24 hours has caused him to come down ill. I was up and down with him all night as he vomited and gurgled and cried. He has been lurching his throat trying to swallow and I am hoping this is just a case of kitty tonsilitis (did you know cats have 6 tonsils?)

My greatest fear is that when Allen dropped him feet first from 15 plus feet in the air and I caught him in my down-filled coat- that I might have hurt him as well. That was a long drop, but he didn’t know Allen and therefore tried to get back up the tree and away from his rescuer. Allen was standing on a fairly large limb, hanging on to another with dear life and then had Charlie in his free hand. There was no way that he could descend the ladder and keep both of them safe, so the decision to drop Charlie was made by me.

Gosh, I don’t want to go the vet yet again but I have no choice. I have no money for the visit, but will have to take bill-paying money and use that to pay for this. My cat is more important, even if it means stalling the utilities company yet again for their payment. The clinic opens in an hour. I will let you know what the outcome is when I get home.