Why I was doin it rong

Mister purry ginger cat was decidedly ill today, feverish and off his feed. It occurred to me that he had not eaten or played rodeo with his sister last night.  I felt the loose skin on his back and decided he might escape and go off and die of dehydration without a vet visit. The vet concurred. She was of the opinion that he had consumed too much squirrel earlier in the week and was suffering gastritis as a result; his belly xray was inflamed but not showing any visible squirrel parts. So one expensive injection and sub-q fluid bolus later, he got a cat taxi ride home and slept it off. He feels better tonight but he is staying in tonight to heal up, not that he is appreciating it.  Next time he shows up with vermin it is going into a Kroger bag and the garbage can, never mind how bad it smells it up, it beats paying a day's wage for belly medicine for a cat with bad taste in rodents.