Isn't it wonderful how all heck seems to break loose after closing hours?

I came home late today to cat vomit all over the living room rug, paw prints of cat poop along the rug outside the laundry room, and a demonkitty who really can't seem balance well or get his back legs to work right.

At this point, I don't know if he had/is having a stroke, has a stomach/bowel obstruction, or something else entirely.

He was fine before I left for Baltimore this weekend. When I came back, I noticed that he had gained some weight and that his stomach was pretty firm to the touch - but I chalked that up to the neighbors/my aunt feeding him more than usual while I was gone. Unfortunately, I also noticed he seemed to be having some small problems getting his back feet to where they had to be as quick as he normally is - but it wasn't pronounced or consistent enough to be a pattern. Until tonight.

Ugh ugh ugh. I hate waiting when things like this happen. HATE.