Care for a tropical drink?

Today was neurology day! Babeh Kitteh and I headed out early this afternoon after a ten minute struggle to get him into the carrier (Other Kitteh was all excited. He hopped right in and looked at me like "So where are we going? :D", and Babeh Kitteh ran the other way). The neurologist was very nice, though Babeh Kitteh wasn't too enthused about being poked and prodded and whatnot. Ah, well.

In short, all the tests came back normal -- so there's nothing obviously wrong, neurologically. He recommended putting Gus on phenobarbital. I checked in with my regular vet, who agreed that that would be her way, too, so I put in an order, picked it up an hour later, and then bought a crapload of canned cat food (the stuff is a liquid, and it's flavored -- I got tuna flavor -- so that it can be easily hidden in regular cat food and there's not as much chance of them spitting it out). I need to make another appointment for him in three weeks so they can check and make sure everything is going okay (that the dosage isn't too high or anything), but for now that's all. Hopefully this will do the trick.

And, personally, I hope we can eventually wean him off the stuff. This medication needs to be administered every twelve hours, and I'm selfishly already considering how that will impact me. Selfish selfish selfish.

I've so got nothing else to talk about right now. I'll try to be more entertaining in the future.