More Cat Drama

Well, Albus is home and happy, but Hermione is now at the vet's.  She stopped eating and drinking when Albus went to the hospital and she sat in the same place downstairs on the couch for the 24 hours he was gone.  But she was no happier when he got home because she didn't like his hospital smell (they recognize each other by scent more than by sight).  She actually hissed and hid from him.  And still didn't eat or drink.  So this morning, after we spoke to the vet, Hermione went for observation and tests.  Good news:  it really is probably  stress.  Our poor sweet cat is totally freaked out.  We're hoping that she'll be home from the vet later this afternoon.  And that maybe her brother will smell more like himself and she'll calm down some.  Yep, we'll be doing some play therapy with her tonight.  And wishing for the best.  I knew cats had separation anxiety when one died (and so they tell you to show the deceased cat to the living one because they understand death better than disappearance) but not when they were separated for a day.  I guess next time, she'll just have to go with him to the hospital!  And vice versa.  It's like having another set of twins . . . .