Life, Fannishness, and Thespic Infatuation

I took my cat *points to icon* to the vet early today. She was listless and grumpy last night, and listless and unresponsive this morning. Totally disengaged, and when she would move around, it looks like she's confused. Just walking around in circles.

I spent the morning checking her to see if she was still breathing.

It came on very suddenly. My first thought was "stroke." I'm also wondering "concussion." Or possibly "blindness" from a relapse of last summer.

She's only sixteen. (Yes, I know that's old for a cat, but our last one was twenty-one, so sixteen does not seem old.) And she's my cat. She follows me around. She's my "familiar."

She's under observation right now, and I'm waiting for a call after the vet examines her.

Quite frankly, I'm scared.

I wasn't particularly a fan of Corey Haim, but he was one of those teen faces from my high school years. Once someone (my mom, I think) convinced me to watch The Lost Boys, I really liked that movie, and Corey Haim's friendship with Corey Feldman just . . . kind of absorbed its way into my consciousness, I guess. Seeing how the two boys turned out, it's quite opposite to the characters I remember them playing.

( Fannish thinky thoughts beyond the cut )