The home-care part is a lot of work! He has to take three pills two times per day. That's SIX pills. Have you ever given your cat six pills in one day? I wish it was a shot! He also must eat special food (he hasn't had one bite - I measured!) and he has his own box (for now, just so I can monitor his output apart from the Big Kitty) so he's shut up in our room/bathroom by himself. At least it's familiar. At the vet's they said he was a sweetheart but very nervous. I could tell. I visited him for an hour every day and he jumped every time a drawer was shut in another room! They put him as far away from the dogs as possible, but there's nothing comforting about being at the hospital, even for a cat.
I can tell he wants to prowl around the house, but I want him where I can find him easily and monitor his activities. Hopefully he'll just rest and eat.
Another interesting (or not) tidbit - while I was gone Birdie had a poopy diaper. It's the first one P has had to deal with since we switched to cloth (yeah, in April!) and he texted me to tell me about it. Being a parent is awesome!