Cat FIP Update

Our shy skittish cat jumped up onto my lap—and, in doing so, knocked against the rickety side-table, so that first my dinner plate and fork crashed to the ground; and then, a brief moment later, my 850-page book—or perhaps the crashes were the other way around, it’s difficult to reconstruct. In any case, the cat transformed from cat to whirlwind, and I have a spiral of long parallel scratches tracing my lower arm from wrist to elbow. They’re almost pretty; I could imagine getting that pattern tattooed. Luckily I had clipped his nails just a few days ago, while he was gabapentin’d for a vet appointment, so the scratches are more welts than slices, with only three relatively small (though still satisfyingly dramatic) places that required band-aids. This is the cat who just finished a second course of expensive medication for FIP. He saw the vet, who said his kidney is back to normal size (good!) and his weight is back up (good!) and his physical exam is back to normal (good!) and his…