The hospital discharged The Fuzz today, and we picked him up an hour ago. Â The vet had cautioned us that, while he was eating well and fully hydrated again, he wasn’t walking. Â She wasn’t sure whether that was the effect of being in a small cage with tricky footing with two legs strapped to IV tubing, or whether it was a toxoplasmosis infection or a brain-stem lesion. Â But we were prepared to care for a more or less crippled cat, for the indefinite future.
The Fuzz was having none of that. Â A few seconds after we opened the cat carrier, he got up and walked out of the cat carrier. Â He made a beeline for the litter box, peed in the litter box, and then walked over to the food dish, where he stuffed his Â face for awhile before going off to explore the rest of the house, to make sure that no Evil Other Cats had invaded in the interim. Â Now he’s jumped up onto the bed and is curled comfortably up in his favorite spot, resting.
I think he’s going to be Just Fine. Â 🙂
What a happy ending!