The good part about last night was the free badass seats to the Sharks game that Mary was nice enough to share with me. We were right behind Nabokov for 2 periods and got to see some fantastic saves. They were the best seats I've ever had to a Sharks game! I came home having enjoyed the game and ready to settle in with the putters for some quality TV watching. Patrick was all over me, laying with me on the couch and whining. I thought that was because he was pissed that I'd gotten home so late. Turns out no, it was because the little guy was gearing up to have a seizure. Rainie came up to him, started growling and before I knew it, my little guy was twitching and making noises like he was having a dream, a very bad dream. At one point his eyes came open and were staring out, but he wasn't there. I'd never watched one happen before and am in no hurry to see it again. Afterwards he was drunk, covered in eye goo, slobber and pee and wandering around, bumping into things. Eventually he settled back down, though he remained pretty clingy the rest of the night. I can't say that I blame him. We're going to the vet on Friday and I'm going to have her do every test possible to get to the bottom of this. Not that there's any guaranteed answers out there but I'll give it my best shot to find them.