Offerings were made

I just got home and Jack met me at the door.  He didn't look all that comfortable, but I'm sure I was projecting.  He meowed at me and then followed me around, so I pulled out some food and he unenthusiastically ate it.  So I pulled out cookies, and he ate some of those.  Towards the end I was shooting some spare ones near him ("cookies" in this house is a small handful of dry food thrown on the floor.  If I tried to give out treats by hand I would be missing a few fingers) and he actively went after them, so I'm glad.

Things are not perfect, but they are much better then they were this morning.  I generally don't overly stress over things like this (anyone but Jack I might not have even posted about it, but he is so incredibly food orientated it is a little scary sometimes) but going into the weekend I didn't want to end up on Sunday with a blocked cat (since Jack has a history of urinary crystals) or something else that would require a trip to the local eclinic.  That would be more stress - not to mention money - then either one of us need.

So I'm better.  No afternoon run to the vet..