I think my cat just saved my life, and I feel the need to share this.
A few years back, Max alerted me when my father stopped breathing in his sleep, likely saving his life. Today, it seems it was my turn.
I was home alone, having breakfast, when I suddenly started choking. I tried all the usual methods, but nothing worked. Max began running around in a panic until, out of nowhere, he leapt up and headbutted me hard under my jaw. I bit my tongue, but somehow, it actually worked—I managed to cough it up.
I know he couldn’t have known what he was doing, but he somehow did the right thing. I’m still a bit lightheaded, and my tongue’s got a wound, so I’ll be seeing a doctor tomorrow since everything’s closed today. But I can breathe.
Max is still pacing around with that worried look on his face.
Tomorrow, this amazing old cat is definitely getting a feast.