It took me a few minutes to calm myself as I could imagine the phone call to the vet, "Well, you see, one of them... I'm not sure which... is having a lot of blood in her stool. A lot of it. I don't know which."
Then, it struck me. I suppose I could look at kitten butts and see if there is any evidence of the 'passing.' I grabbed Sheridan while she was eating. She protested as I took a look. Hmmmm... seemed OK. I picked up Sinclair, who was suddenly and definitely heavier than Sheridan and took a look. Oh, man. No doubt at all. LOTS of bloody evidence.
Now, I'm sitting here, trying to figure out what to do. I'm the one driving today, so I can't take the morning off. I might be able to drive home at lunch and take her in. Or, I could leave a little early and take her in. This is just not good.
Gah! The stress levels are rising at home and work! I guess all I can do is just call the vet and hope they will see her after I get home from work.