Tonight when my Momma got home from work, she brought in the Pet Taxi from the garage. It's the one used to take us to the stabby place. Quest & I made ourselves scarce but Q2 loves a Pet Taxi and was immediately checking it out. It's different than the one permanently kept in the spare bedroom and the one she's claimed as her own special quiet place.
Tomorrow Momma is going to try to catch Quest and take her to the vet. She's been getting thinner and thinner and showing her age. Quest that is, not Momma; Momma's just getting fatter and sassier. Momma & Poppa are worried about Quest….especially since she's recently taken to hiding in the closet on top of Momma's shoes, just the way Shy did when she got sick before she went over the Rainbow Bridge.
Keep your fingers crossed that Momma can capture Quest. Quest can be quick and disappear under the bed and up into the box springs in a flash.
Momma needs her Kevlar jacket for this too, or chain mail at the very least.
We hope Quest is okay.
We’ll keep our paws crossed that Quest is well.