Not a full update but just to share a few moments:

Blood work came back and it shows him fine (a titch low on a count to indicate anemia but so low the vet thinks it’s simply from the fact he wasn’t eating). So now we wait for the results on what that mass is.

Meanwhile…

He is eating wet food, so he is eating again. He’s been more social since that, too, thankfully. Just more active, though far below normal levels. He is also on antibiotics now, twice a day. Liquid drops. A dropper and a half every twelve hours.

Remember how big my cat is. He doesn’t like the antibiotics.

Yesterday morning it took me almost an hour to get him to settle. I had him in Dunecat form, all wrapped in a blanket and unhappy. Then he decided that he could turn his head no matter what. He was kinda right.

Last night it went easy but I had a friend over so two people can dose him far faster.

This morning though he showed me he was too smart for a dropper. First of all, he saw the bottle and started to run. I caught him and set him on the couch, pinning him under my knees. I grabbed his scruff, which he always responds to. He just sits and gets calm.

Yah! Score! He was calm and settled and resigned to his medicated fate!

What I didn’t know was that he had learned a new trick.

I put the full dropper into his mouth and squeezed and he sat there and turned to look at me. And then he drooled. He just quietly drooled it out all over the couch and sat there, purring at me.

Purring at me! While he drooled the meds onto the couch!

(Afterwards I filled the dropper again and got it into his mouth and squeezed again and tipped his head back. oh he didn’t like that trick, nope.)