A couple of months ago, Gunnison had a really weird spell, during which he appeared to be deathly afraid of just about everything, but most especially of his sister and the room in which their food, water, and litter boxes have been since the cats first came to live with us.
He would cower and slink, very low to the floor, when he moved at all. He wouldn’t go near his sister, and nothing — not even Whiskas fish — would entice him to enter their room. I (only half-jokingly) wondered if maybe he was seeing or sensing something in there that we couldn’t see or sense. We had to put one of the litter boxes and food & water bowls out in the hallway for him. This was totally out of character for him, because he’d always been the outgoing one; the one who got into everything, while Cimmy was the one who hid under the bed.
After a day or so, he’d let Cimmy get near him, and he started acting a little more normally, but he still wouldn’t go in the room. He was lethargic, and just not himself at all. Then we noticed that his breathing seemed to be very fast and I thought I could hear him wheezing. That was when we decided it was time to go see the Nice Vet.
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