Another busy Thursday today, but with one exception.  His name was Ace, and his mother brought him in for not acting right.  "I saw him sniffing around on the lanai this morning and then I saw him eat something.  I didn't worry about it at first, but now Ace is having trouble walking." she reported. 
Sweet Sally asked all the usual questions, "Do you have any idea what it was he ate?  Anything toxic on your lanai, any pesticides?"  "Oh no, nothing like that," Ace's mother replied, "but my son and his friends were out there last night, I'll have to ask him." 
Ace's human brother was waiting up front, and from the moment I got a sniff of him I got the sense that he wouldn't have any answers.  He had a wide-eyed far away look, almost as if he was asleep while he was awake.  I realized, as did my mother, that Ace had the same look.  They both had the same smell too; a mix of cigar smoke and skunk.
Mother looked Ace over and took notes as he stumbled when he walked, his general twitchiness, and his subdued attitude.  After examining Ace, mother went to talk to Ace's family again.  "Are you sure you don't know what Ace could have eaten?  If we knew what it was, we wouldn't have to spend time and money running unnecessary tests." mother urged.  "Well " Ace's mom started reluctantly "someone might have dropped some pot" .
At the news,  mother gave a knowing nod.  "In that case, Ace will need to have some activated charcoal and  intravenous fluids, and he should be back to his old self in no time.  Depending on how much he ate, there is a risk of seizures, so we should keep him for the day." mother quickly summarized.
Ace got the apartment above ours.  He had to have a tube put into his mouth with black liquid pumped in, along with the standard tube-in-the-arm treatment.  I could hear him stumbling and snoring for most of the day.  By the afternoon, his pleasantly mellow attitude had begun to fade and when mother went by the apartment to check on him, Ace lunged at the door.  He stayed snarling that way until his mom arrived.  "Oh my boy is back!" she squealed with delight, on seeing him.
I have to admit that I liked Ace better when he got into the pot.  I hope when they take him home, that they put him back in for awhile.