Things are not all roses with Whitey, he's mostly stopped eating as of yesterday evening. This could be the change in diet to prescription food, or the antibotic bothering him. We can't tell.
This morning, he threw up to boot. Katherine said that the vomit was the color of his antibotic.
In any case, it was off to vet again for him for a urine sample. Since his bladder was empty when he arrived, he got to be their guest the whole day.
The new good news: His tests came back clean, so we can drop the evil antiobotic.
The bad news: He'll only eat kitty treats (not even his old food), and we refuse to fill him on treats.
He's reminding us how fickle his aunt Emily could be, ages ago.