I woke up about 45 minutes ago to the sound of Lawrence tearing around my room and spitting. Turning on the lights, I found him with an arched back in the middle of the room, wide-eyed and foaming at the mouth. Not knowing what to do, I stood there and watched him shake gobs of thick saliva from his mouth, soaking a pair of my socks and my broken
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Not to be depressive, but I lost a cat this way. He stopped foaming at the mouth after a day, but every time I tried to touch him he would hiss in pure pain. But the time the vet saw him, his liver was about to fail. :.(.
Better luck, sir.
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