It’s hard to focus on the good when illness has struck a tiny tyrant.

Plenty is just fine chez nous, and we have much to be grateful for.  But John found a grape-sized lump on Milo’s larynx on Friday.  At the vet, they found he had a fever of 106 – very, very high.  An expensive battery of tests has told us… well, almost nothing, except he doesn’t have an infection.  He has been out of sorts and punky, spending lots of time in the cool sanctuary of the basement.  He appreciates visits, but hasn’t been seeking us out with his usual insistent regularity.  His meow is a croak, and his purr sounds like a fork dragged across asphalt.

Wee Milo is not well.  And it’s got us well and truly tweaked.

That’s all I got.  How are you?


  1. Yowch. So sorry to hear that, it’s awful when kittehs are ill. And Milo is such a fine kitteh. Sending healthful vibes.
    .-= Robynn´s last blog ..Even more inspiration =-.

  2. Aw, Jill. I hope he (and everyone) feels better soon. It’s just so hard when you don’t know what’s going on. You guys are in my thoughts.

    We had a friend try to convince us to take a FIV+ kitty he’d rescued. We just can’t do it right now. Besides the fact that our house is in kitty-quarantine for a few more weeks, we just aren’t up to knowingly taking a potentially sick cat right now.

  3. Sorry to hear one of your little ones is unwell, keep us posted.
    .-= Marie´s last blog ..Speaking of which… =-.

  4. Oh dear. I sure hope things turn out well.