I'm not a big fan of the Fourth of July, mainly because of the people who set off fireworks in my area. The loud noises scare the cats. This year seemed worse than usual. Oliver was hunched up by the back door, all terrified. I couldn't just leave him nor could I bring him inside, so I did the next best thing. I grabbed my sleeping bag and setup camp in the mudroom.
I turned on some music and we spent the night cuddled up together on my sleeping bag. It was the best I could do for him.
In other news, Oliver is going to the vet this afternoon. He has developed a rather large lump somewhere in his chest. I noticed it earlier in the week and it just seems to be getting bigger. It feels under the skin a bit. I have no idea what it could be, but it is worrisome.
And Buddy went to the emergency vet on Wednesday night because he just keeps horking. He horked six times that day and had blood in his stool. Blood work and x-rays indicating no obvious signs of trouble, so we are left guessing. Meanwhile, he continues to hork. We're giving him Pepcid and Fortiflora, but other than that, not sure what to do now. If it continues we might return him to the vet on Saturday.