My sweet young Tator Tot has been quite ill for the last  two weeks. I brought him home from the vet last Monday. By that evening I noticed his nose looked yellow, his tummy looked too big and his back end was a bit wobbly.

Me being me, I immediately called the vet’s office and made sure they could see him the next morning. I dropped him off at 7:30 Tuesday, he had blood work done, more Sub-Q fluids and a good check over.

His diagnosis is FIP, which used to be a death sentence. There is now a treatment for it! It involves medicine for 84 days. He might be ready to come home  on Monday. I’ll have to give his meds to him, but he’s a good boy.

I went over to the vet clinic this morning to snuggle him because I miss him so much. I got him to eat a small pack of the Delectables squeeze up gravy. We found out that he has gained a bit of weight, which is encouraging. He quit eating for days while he was so sick. He likes the dry kitten food they have at the clinic, so I guess I will be getting that special food for him, but that’s just fine.

Tator Tot is fighting through this, and the vet’s stance about his condition is “guarded, but optimistic.”

Send some good vibes our way if you can!