I’m a bit worried about

I’m a bit worried about Max. He was his usual self early this morning, pleading to get into the bedroom, but when I came out of the bathroom, he wasn’t where he usually is, outside the door begging for treats. I found him on the bed looking really tensed up. We would alternately stare intently at Pinky and then stare intently outside the bedroom window. J and I tried to pull him out of it, but it was like he was really paranoid about something (so much so, that I eventually made J check under the bed. Our very low to the ground bed. I know). So, thinking that there is no better way to satiate Max than with treats, I went to the kitchen and got the Pounce can. People: he did not come into the kitchen. Then when I gave him a treat, HE DID NOT EAT IT. He was staring at the bedroom.

I started getting really creeped out (ghosts! Tsunamis! Earthquakes! Other things animals can sense!) Eventually he started eating the treat. But then STOPPED. Mid-chew. I even tried enticing him with some catnip, to no avail (Pinky on the other hand was LOVING this—morning treats and catnip, woo!). We eventually had to leave for work, but he was still being very weird. Now I’m thinking we should have taken him to the vet or something since he was acting so out of character. Our only guess is that the downstairs neighbors were definitely having an intense wake n bake session that we could smell in our apartment. Was he high? Can we deduct rent money for that? Pinky was a-okay, though. I’m starting to get very nervous now.

Internet friends: reassure me, please! Or let me know if I should send J home at lunch to rescue him.

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