Two o’clock in the afternoon, and Cat and I were at the vet’s once again.
It was time for his annual boosters, and to see how the treatment has been going.
A nice chat with the vet first to tell her how he’s been while Cat stayed in his basket. She reckons the cortizone is responsible for his renewed jumping powers.
Cat made a reluctant appearance, for once not relishing being the centre of attention.
The vet listened carefully to his chest. She couldn’t hear any crackles, but then again, he seemed reluctant to take the really deep breaths she wanted.
However, she was pleased with his general health, laughed at his jumping prowess and so both of us were starting to feel pretty optimistic by the time he had his x-ray.
The nurse downloaded the image while Cat had his boosters.
By this time, his patience was wearing thin. He watched the vet prepare the syringes with lowered head and slanted eyes. Although she was still across the table from him and hadn’t attempted to give him his injections, he began a very noisy and angry tirade. The worming tablet required the full towel wrap and pill shooter technique.
Back in his basket, he quietened down.
We went to check out the x-rays. Good news. The feather effect in his lungs is reduced. We still don’t know what it is, but it seems like he is responding well to treatment. He’ll have another x-ray in a month or so, and I am hoping for continued good results.