He’s showing progress. Not as quickly as I’d like, but he’s doing Mickey stuff again.
Like biting Rory in bed the other morning. And putting his paws on my arm and proceding to lick my arm.
And last night, I saw him grooming himself. He’s got an appetite, doesn’t eat much at a time, but each time, he eats a little more than the last. And when I dish up the soft food for the other cats, he’s right there under my feet.
I’ll probably take him in for his followup bloodwork next week.