The hospital discharged The Fuzz today, and we picked him up an hour ago. The vet had cautioned us that, while he was eating well and fully hydrated again, he wasn’t walking. 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. But we were prepared to care for a more or less crippled cat, for the indefinite future.
The Fuzz was having none of that. A few seconds after we opened the cat carrier, he got up and walked out of the cat carrier. 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 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. 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. 🙂
What a happy ending!