Test results.

Yesterday, Nox spent all day at the vet. He got another blood test, another ultrasound, and an x-ray. The only thing that turned up was a slighty subdued white blood cell count, not even enough that it concerned my vet very much. He said that the values could be explained by a mild virus or even a recently fought-off infection. He's sending his labs out to another vet for a second opinion today, and I should hear back.

Overall, he's guardedly optimistic. He's happy he didn't find anything, because he was mainly looking for terrible things like tumors and masses-- things that go malignant and spread very quickly. On the other hand, we don't have any way to explain his anorexia.

The good news is that we are having his appetite stimulants compounded into an easier to administer form. Two vet techs had a rough time pilling him yesterday. He actually woke us up in the middle of the night begging for food, which has never happened before. And then he ate his entire calorie recommendation with no prompting or prodding. So that's good!

He's also now on a broad-spectrum antibiotic.

Apparently he fell asleep during the ultrasound. No restraints necessary. No idea why he can bliss out in unfamiliar surroundings, but the sound of a door opening at home sends him across the room in a panic.

Our vet is the best vet. He comped us the x-ray because he did it more out of personal curiosity. Considering I got a fair bit of orders thanks to the sale, Jason and I are going to make a donation to their needy cat fund in its amount. That seems only fair.

So that's where we are. Crossing my fingers and hoping he continues to eat. Now to pack a mountain of orders.