Cat trouble

I have had a pleasant week so far. Work has gone well (although very busy!) and I have had a couple of nights out. I met up with Cat's Mum Christine for tea at a really lovely restaurant in Gatehead which I would love to go back to. We had a good chat about all sorts of things and the food was delicious, I had chicken stroganoff and it was the nicest that I have ever tasted. And I have been at my EK book club; it's the first time that I have seen the girls since before the summer and there was lots of news to catch up on. It was lovely to see them again.
Jack must have been fighting yesterday because he was definitely under the weather last night and wasn't hungry which is very unusual. He wouldn't even eat his nightly Fortecor tablet (for his kidneys) which he usually enjoys. He slept all night on my bed and when I got up he just lay there and didn't get up, just lifted his head a wee bit and looked at me through half closed eyes. I have seen Jack like this before when he has been fighting, and maybe got an infection from being spiked by a dirty claw or tooth.
So I made an appointment at the vet's for early evening, where he could get some antibiotics. However things did not go according to plan because first I had to go to a hospital appointment at the New Victoria. This shouldn't have been a problem but it ran so late that I had to postpone the vet's appointment until tomorrow because I had go straight from there to take Davie to his evening training session for hospital volunteering at Hairmyres. I then went back to school and worked on a bit before collecting Davie at 8.30 p.m. By the time we got home I was seriously worried about how Jack would be feeling, and I also felt very guilty that I hadn't managed to get him to the vet's today. We ran into the house and there was no sign of him, so we hurried upstairs. There he was on Ally's bed, and as we went in to the room he stood up, stretched luxuriously, and then trotted downstairs to demand some fresh chunks! Whatever was wrong, he seems to have got over it. I was so relieved and immediately texted James in Austria to let him know the good news.
I wish that Jack would stop fighting other cats; he will be sixteen years old on the 12th of September and it's time that he started acting his age!