6:00
p.m... we noticed Mabel wasn't her usual self. She was throwing herself
around, writing and looking very uncomfortable. Unusually, she allowed
us to stroke her without protest (normally, stokes are very much on her
terms), and she overtly did a wee outside of her cage.
So there was a last minute call to the vet, which thankfully closes at 7:00 p.m,
and there was one appointment left. Off we set... We suspected it was
gas (from what we can only guess), a diagnosis the vet agreed with as he
could feel no blockage in her gut.
A very reasonable consultation fee plus the cost of Metacam
later, and we have a happy Mabel again. She is springy and bouncy, and
just as calculating as ever. She's not interested in hard treats at the
moment, but was keen to eat a sprig of parsley and a small grape.