I stopped by to see Ivan on my way home from work yesterday. GG had gone to see him earlier, and told me the vet showed him some test results where the normal range is like 30, and Ivan’s level was 130. (I think this might have measured toxins in his blood? Like if he was having kidney problems and stuff started getting into his blood? But I’m not sure.) So, I got to see him, and it was so sad, he’s hooked up to a little IV and he’s in his little cage… Actually, he got one of the bigger cages there. Since it was at floor level, I sort of crawled in there with him and gave him some scratches, and pretty soon he was rolling around so I could scratch his tummy, and really purring and enjoying himself. His fur was kind of rumpled, but other than that, he looked okay. I think he looked more alert than he did at home, thanks I guess to the fluids they’re pumping into him. Of course, that might also have been because he was by himself in a strange place, and therefore super-nervous. But I prefer to believe that he’s getting better.
On my way out, I asked the nurse if it would be weird if I came by every day, and she said that wouldn’t be weird at all. So I will stop by today after work, and try to go over tomorrow as well. (Tomorrow might be tricky – I’m going to a funeral in the morning, and then, since I have the day off work, GG and I will go to the courthouse and get our license..! So the vet may be closed by the time we finish all that. But they’re open Saturday, which is when we’ll hopefully get good news about Ivan.)
Meanwhile, Katrina is still a little confused and lonely, but I think she’s adjusting. She woke me up at about 5 AM, walking all over us on the bed (usually that’s Ivan’s job), and she eventually curled up on my chest until I had to get up. I can’t wait to bring her brother home so they can snuggle together again!