Ian took Franz to the emergency vet hospital this morning. He found him meowing, laying on the floor, not able to move his hind limbs or tail. Poor guy. I am so glad I did not find him - I would have been hysterical. The vets are giving him pain meds and anticoagulants to try to break the clot to his legs and then will do more testing this afternoon to see if we should continue treatment. Ian sent this picture to me of fatty cat calm and getting treatment. I am having a hard time focusing at work, but I plan to leave early this afternoon to go see Franz in the hospital. He really is the best cat of all time (well, he and his brother, Hans, are equally great).
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