This fat floof monster gave me a bit of a scare this week.

Long-time readers will know that Burton has a history with dramatics. Over the years, we’ve had several bouts where he just randomly stops eating for no apparent reason. This is usually accompanied by him holing up somewhere (usually under the bed). Then I book a vet appointment, drop $1000 on tests, and they go “we can’t see any reason for him to stop eating, here’s an appetite stimulant, see if it will get him eating again, if not syringe feed him until we can do more testing”

And usually the stimulant has him eating and back to himself within a day.

So this time, when he refused to come out from under the bed for treats after I made the bed in the morning, I tried not to panic. Instead, I let him be for the day. I still have some appetite stimulant from the last time, so I figured if he didn’t eat dinner, I could try that first.

After work, I came to check on him. He wasn’t under the bed anymore, but was laying on a pile of dirty clothes I’d left on the floor. I shook the treat can – no interest. So I picked him up, and put him on the bed. And then I got his brush…. and boy did he come to life! He was purring and rolling and just loving his brushing like he always does! After a good long brush session, I tried the treats again. And the little turd gobbled them right up! And followed me downstairs for dinner right after.

Apparently he just needed a little spa session.

I guess we can all understand that!