She called me in distress too, and I went over this evening and helped excavate the crawlspace in which the cat had relieved himself. Not in a way that indicates his health will improve, just in a nasty, stinky and wet way. (Seriously, she was moving things around to reach me, and handed me a box, and I was like, "Um, this box is moist. And stinky. Um.")

FWIW, I don't like Henry either, and wouldn't mind terribly if he shuffled off to Buffalo. I mean, I know she'd mind it, and I think that's a crappy reason to die, but wow I hate that cat. So Casper comes by her hard-heartedness honestly.