Little Gray Kitten (Scruffy) has developed a cough, so, much as I knew it would be a setback in his ability to trust me (and much as I knew it would mean another bill), off to the vet we went. He was a lot easier to catch this time, since I forgot to close the door to the bathroom and he ran in there to escape me. The only thing in there to hide behind is the toilet, and now that I know to wear work gloves, that offered him little protection. Shadow came along, too, in the hopes that her presence would made things easier for him, and just in case he had something that she'd need prophylaxis against.
In the waiting room we met a very loud Doberman puppy, but eventually we were allowed into an exam room and things calmed down a bit. Turns out Scruffy's neck lymph nodes are a bit swollen, so he may be fighting something off. Another possibility is that he's trying to cough up a hairball, and the third possibility is asthma.
Since his activity and appetite don't seem to be diminished, we're playing wait and see. If it's an infection, he'll either clear it and improve, or he won't and he'll start to show other symptoms. If it's asthma, then the air cleaner I ordered yesterday or the day before should help some. If it's a hairball, well, the vet gave him something to help him pass it.
Once we were home, he disappeared as soon as he could escape the carrier, but only a few minutes later he peeped his head out from under the bookcase in order to hang out with his sister, and as they were near the computer, I offered him a finger. Surprisingly, he sniffed at it. Even more surprisingly, he allowed me to stroke him under his chin for a few moments.
Only some minutes ago, he again allowed me to pet him, albeit only for a few moments. This time, his sister wasn't even in sight. And when I came to sit down at the computer, I found both cats occupying my chair, but he allowed me to pick him up and relocate him, instead of running off.
His resilience floors me.
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