Remember this story?
Well, a couple weeks later, this guy gets sick, loses a lot of weight and starts having seizures. My co-worker took him to the vet, but she couldn't afford to keep treating him, so the Alpine Animal Hospital here in Pullman took him on. By that point he was blind.
They put him on antibiotics and phenobarbital. He responded well to the treatment, and hasn't had a seizure since.
I kept in touch, visited a couple time, and this morning I signed the adoption papers and brought him home.
He's regained his sight and his health. He's still on the phenobarbital, but we'll start weening him off it over the next few weeks. Hopefully he won't have anymore seizures or else he'll be on the stuff indefinitely.
My coworker called him Lincoln because he was assigned to me, the ladies at the vet hospital called him Milo, but I'm thinking about calling him Ares, kitten of war. Venus (my other, and #1, cat) is not too happy at the moment. She hasn't had anything nice to say to anyone all day. I hate upsetting her so much, but I think she'll get used to it. Time will tell.