RAN DOWN THE STAIRS shortly after dinner, slinked (slank/slunk) right past me — I said, “Hey, dude! What’s happening!” (Which is usually good for at least a “Map!” in reply) And he just kept on slinking, never even lifted his head. Haven’t seen hide nor hair of him since. As Toni explains in the comments below, we dunno nuffin’.
I don’t recall a human teenager being this much trouble. Good thing we get reasonable rates at the vet’s office. What do the simple people do when their pets get ill?
Worry, I guess.