It's Formerly Feral Friday, and Henryville has been a snoozefest.
Henry spends a tiny bit of time playing with toys, then he climbs on the bed to enjoy his dreams in softness and warmth.
However, this human has been concerned as Henry stopped eating his meals, preferring to only lick churu sticks, like those pictured below.
There have been no changes to his food, same bowls as always, and no differences noticed in his litter box depositing.
This began on Tuesday, so by the time this post appears, he's either over whatever it was, or I've scheduled a vet appointment.
Oh, H Man, please eat your dinner!
~UPDATE~
Called the vet's office Thursday afternoon, and was told that if I could bring him in right away, they'd have time to see him.
Whelp...Henry removed 'formerly' from his FERAL!
He hissed, he jumped, he pooped, he growled, and he ran like the wind, and hid like a ninja!
Gotta admire his stamina.
The pic above is Henry perched on the railing overlooking the stairs below, and that's when I called a halt to persuading him into the carrier.
He did NOT go to the vet.
We'll be keeping an eye on him, and hope he'll return to his usual eating manner, and doesn't try to kill me in my sleep in retribution.
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