He wouldn't look too sick to someone who doesn't know him (bright eyes, purrs..), but I knew there was something seriously wrong. He didn't play at all yesterday and basically slept all day in one of the rooms upstairs, didn't want to be near The Dude at all.
We had collected the poo sample but this morning Mike brought both the sample and the cat to the vet. They took Patches in and the news at lunch time is that he has high fever (105) but that he has eaten a little. Unfortunately they don't know what wrong with him, the breathing is not bad at all and he uses the litter box normally. They gave him other antibiotics and pain-killers.
I'm heart-broken girls, I'll go and see him later but I'm so afraid he won't make it. It can still be FIP.
Imagine that we got the kittens because I needed to care for something small and now I'm falling apart watching this cute kitten suffering. And tomorrow we'll bring The Dude to get neutered.