So you may remember that back when we found Cooper, we took him to the vet. The blood test that we got back indicated that he had a high level of feline coronavirus, a count of 12,800. The vet told us to bring him back after six months or so to be re-tested so we could see if anything had changed. Last week we took him to the vet for another blood test.
His level is up to 102,400. This is, it seems, Not Good, as it greatly increases his risk for Feline Infectious Peritonitis.
The vet has offered a treatment: interferon. While the jury's still out on it as a "cure," there are those who say that it'll probably help a lot. He hasn't shown any signs of the illness that we're aware of, so if it means we're catching it early, then all the better. But even if we aren't, well... We have to do something. The Boyfriend is worried that the interferon treatment will be expensive, to which I reply that I don't give a good goddamn how expensive it is. We'll try it out, see what the effect is, and go from there.
If it works, great. If not, then we'll look for something else. If there is nothing else, well, we will enjoy our time with a truly awesome cat for as long as we can. After all, how could we let down a cat this handsome?