All this happened last week:
Thursday night: had friends over for dinner. After everyone left, I noticed the cellophane tie on the wine bottle had fallen to the kitchen floor. I turned to the sink to put some plates to soak, turned back, and found the tie gone. Ruggles was making some chewing noises.
Did not sleep that night for worrying about my baby. Ruggles was active, hungry, and all functions were fine.
Friday morning, I promised God that if He would let Ruggles be OK, I would fast for the entire day -- no food, only water and coffee.
By midnight Friday, Rotley and Ruggles were still both fine, active, and functioning. And Ruggie tossed up the cellophane tie.
Saturday morning, I finally got something to eat, and I cleaned out the storage closets and my studio, and part of the basement. My prayers of thanksgiving ascended to heaven all morning long. And the cats were ALL OVER EVERYTHING, and were still both fine, active, and functioning. No signs of discomfort or letharg, or anything.
Saturday afternoon, I went to Mass, the gym, and grocery shopping. When I returned home, there was a huge mass of red tape/ribbon/wire that one of the lads had horked up on the carpet. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT GOT IN WHICH ONE OF THEM, OR WHEN IT CAME UP.
Watched them very closely all day, praying frantically. Both boys were still both fine, active, and functioning.
Sunday, the two lads chased each other up and down the stairs, exhibited no symptoms of anything except hunger and wild activity, and nothing untoward in the dirt box.
Monday, both boys were still both fine, active, and functioning.
The two lads seem to have weathered whatever they got into, my nerves are shot, I've prayed more since last Thursday than I wish to admit, and I've lost 2 lbs.
The boys? They are still both fine, active, and functioning.
As preventive measures, I am very careful with WHATEVER hits the floor, the basement is closed, and the storage closets that contain any items that are even vaguely dangerous or overly "interesting" to those furry little maniacs are locked.
The studio has had any and all of its "interesting" materials locked away as well since Saturday afternoon. I've sworn that my boys will NEVER risk ingesting anything dangerous again.
And I still am an emotional yet prayerful wreck, and I ask that you please pray for all three of us. This has been a very looooooong five days.
These two little cats must have the digestive system of sharks. When they cross the Bridge, an autopsy will reveal that each of them has a tiny license plate in his stomach.
