To recap, we adopted two kittens, Inky and Opal, a couple of weeks before Christmas. We got them from a cat rescue and they both battled upper respiratory infections shortly after coming home, but eventually got over them. Opal has turned in to a hilarious, curious, snuggly, adorable kitten. Inky, on the other hand, basically acts like an old man-- like my Benjamin acted when he was 18. Inky has spent a couple of weeks just really sleeping a lot, not playing, but still eating, drinking, and going potty. We were concerned, but not worried.
On Sunday I noticed him sleeping on a towel on a shelf in our bathroom when I went in to take a shower after my run. He was still laying there about seven or so hours later. That set off some alarms-- that was a long time to be in one place.
On Monday I took him to the ve's office and the doctor couldn't find anything obviously wrong with him. She suggested a blood test, which I agreed to, assuming it wouldn't show anything and would be a waste of money. Well, it turned out he has an elevated white blood cell count and an elevated globulin level. These things could point to something as simple as a bacterial infection-- so we're going to try antibiotics to see if they help him feel better.
But, it could be something worse. Much worse. Something like Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP) which is basically always fatal in cats. Young cats who live in high-stress environments (hello, he was weaned too early, lived in shelters, transferred to Seattle from Western Washington, has already been sick with something else . . . ) can develop FIP from a virus many cats are exposed to.
I am trying not to focus on that, though. We want to help our little guy feel better. He is about five months old and despite everything we have done to care for and love him, we can't change the way his life began.