Lucky shes so damn cute.

This little shit LOVES to make me and ger mother worry. Shes had GIS about 3 times in her 7 years before and I was out last night so my wife went to feed her. Not intrested in her pellets or the bit of carrot. My wife enters full panic mode and calls me. I was basically on my way home anyway but had to drop a buddy off on the way. Flew homw and she is sat on the sofa on my wife who is in tears as she think this could be worse.
I take the bun and go full massarge mode. Head rubs to keep her calm and tummy rubs to help there. After about an hour i ring the vet to consult as she is moving and active and alert. While on the phone to the nurse she thumped on me at least twice. She then stole my app off the table next to me.
We took her back outside and left her with as much as she could want, myself now firmly in the "she's fine" camp. My wife had a restless night and we woke up this morning to check on her and while not wanting to get close enough to be touched she ate her morning food.
In short she had an attitude and wanted to be pampered for a bit.
Picture of the little shit for tax.