Goblin is fine, looks like she had some sort of kidney infection, possibly from eating tons of toilet paper or some other such thing. This is not a cat folks, it's a fuzzy, funny-shaped goat.

About every third day we come home to what we call a "toilet paper murder". What was once a proud, full, soft roll of clean comfort has now become a sad, shredded body sitting in the middle of our floor. You want to draw a chalk line around it and call in the coroners. Usually Goblin will be wandering around somewhere with paper hanging off her chin, looking smug. Then a day and a half later it all comes out the other end.

Ain't cats special?