…you catch him spying on you from behind the sofa.
…you wake up in the morning to find him staring at you, unblinking.
Sweet dreams, human.
…he sends you a clear message by disemboweling the standing floor lamp.
It’s been almost a fortnight since Muci’s Weekend of Bloody Vomit, and he seems to be his normal self again. He’s regained his appetite but is still on steroids and will continue to be for a while. He spends his mornings running around the house and scrambling all over the sofa as if it were a magpie-laden tree.
Sigh, the poor sofa.
Oh well. I’d rather have a scratched-up sofa than pools of bloody vomit all over the house.
So, Muci had another bout of vomiting over the past weekend, and last night it was pretty bad – he was vomiting blood.
My sleep was interrupted at various points throughout the night with sounds of him retching, and this morning, armed with a tub of wet lemony Swiffer cloths and a roll of kitchen towels, I went around the house hunting for pools of bloody saliva and mopping them up.
Yet another trip to the vet was in order.
When the time came to put Muci into his carrier, however, I found him hiding in his cat tree:
It was as if he knew danger was imminent, and was very reluctant to come out of his hiding place.
So I had to pull him out of that box, head first, through that small hole.
And as I slowly, but firmly, pulled Muci out through the circular opening, taking care not to injure his shoulders or forelegs, a bizarre thought entered my mind…
I felt like a midwife.
Step 1: Go to your regular fishmonger and buy roughly 4-6 ikan kembung. Or mackerel. To be on the safe side, buy a bit more than you actually need.
Step 2: Clean and gut the fish.
…is that he’s now an indoor cat.
Unwillingly so.
Earlier this year, I wrote about how Muci was always falling ill, and how he would have a series of vomiting spells. This went on for roughly half a year, where Muci would fall ill almost every month, and every time he fell ill, he would be vomiting up to five times a day, every day. He would lose his appetite and with an empty stomach, he would throw up blood and saliva.
Perfecting Asam Pedas 
