In pain

Yesterday Matte noticed that I walked differently - or preferably not at all. Husse and Matte kept their eyes on me all evening. They realized something was wrong, but couldn't find anything. Husse played doctor and checked me all over, my paws and legs and everything. This morning when I asked for breakfast Matte understood that it wasn't temporary. I still walk as little as possible, even less than yesterday, and I am not being me, they say.
So, I've been to the vet! First thing this morning. The vet was very nice, also she checked me all over, but couldn't find anything. I have no fever, no legs are broken. She gave me a pain killer and now I'm back at the house, resting. Matte put a bowl of food right next to me, so I can eat when I want to. Husse brought my litter box, so I have everything I need in one room. I will be restricted to one room - vet's orders! - for a couple of days. Matte will get me more pain killers at the pharmacy tomorrow and if I'm not better by Friday, I'm off to the vet again.

I'm not in pain in the picture... this is me yawning! But Matte thought it was an illustrative photo for a cat in pain.