Feeling Poorly

Poor Mabel has been feeling poorly all day -- tummy troubles of a disastrous sort, involving liberal applications of pet stain remover from the white living room rug, and many urgent walks outdoors.  I know she's not feeling well, because this evening when I was cooking our dinner (involving chicken -- one of her favourites), she was not underfoot as usual, but stayed curled up in a ball behind a chair. 

Here she is, still curled in a ball after we'd finished dinner.  She didn't even ask to be picked up and placed between us on the couch like she usually does.  Hopefully she'll be her old self in the morning.

Posting late this evening, because we were mysteriously internet-less for a long spell this afternoon/evening.