I had a bit of a scare when I came home tonight. Callie was really acting like she was in pain, trying to poop. I ran upstairs and saw the check for the cat sitter still sitting there and immediately wondered what happened, so I left her a bit of a panicked message. Then I noticed that the newspaper was here, the food I left out was used and she had clearly been here.
So I ran back to the basement and thankfully, there was a gift from Callie, so to speak. She ran upstairs and I found her laying on her side not really moving. She never does that. So I sat with her for awhile and pet her head and talked to her. She slowly started coming around and acting better. I think she's fine now. She was just having a hard time passing it and was in pain. I'll keep an eye on her, but she's acting like herself now