I’m home after a bullshit day at work. I’m so tired I think I started hallucinating again. I got home and Nebula seemed OK but she wouldn’t eat her dinner, meaning if her food is bad it’s all her food or it’s not the food at all.

On my mom’s suggestion backed up by vets on the internet, I boiled some chicken for her. At first she wouldn’t eat that either so I started to panic then I realized the chunks I had cut the chicken into were so big it’d be like a person trying to stuff an entire cheeseburger into their mouth. I shredded it better and she ate most of it. I’m just hoping she keeps it down.

I’m still not sure what’s wrong with her. My mom and I both think it may be the records. We’ve finally gotten settled here and I start pulling out boxes again maybe she’s anxious we’re going to move again because boxes=crate=car=new place=upset kitty

And who knows what nastiness is in the dust in those boxes.

But I’m glad she ate. I’ve been worried about her all day.