My wife & I adopted two lovely kittens (about 4 months old) during November 2019, Samosa "Sam" & Pakora "Kora". During the ensuing months Kora & Sam were full of energy and happy that we were able to give them attention at all hours of the day due to both of us working from home during the pandemic. Fast forward to August 2020 and Kora has slowly started to show signs of lethargy, cuddling with us essentially became nonexistent, and being extremely finicky with her food. Luckily we had already scheduled a regular Vet checkup for mid August so we thought that would be a good time to ensure nothing was wrong with her, as we thought she may just be depressed. Turns out she had a temperature of 105 and the Vet was pretty concerned about her well being. She sent us home with some fluids for Kora while she ran some bloodwork that afternoon. The next day she suggested we take her to an emergency clinic to get further treatment for Kora and a more complete understanding on what is causing her fever. After an overnight stay at the clinic we got the heartbreaking news that the Vet was fairly certain Kora had the dry version of FIP. We were aware of FIP as some friends had lost their Cat about 2 months prior to FIP. Thankfully our Vet pointed us in the direction of FIP warriors and the next day we had a stranger (at the time) come to our house to help with the first injection. As with most cat parents, the first injections were a little chaotic. We had to eventually have my mother in law come to our house nightly to help with the injections, which was extremely helpful for us as Kora was not a fan in the slightest of getting poked every night. But from being given a prognosis of only a couple weeks to finding out that there was hope, Kora was provided a lifeline that we were determined to provide her and our little family. We subjected her to daily injections + gabapentin + light therapy + massages + lots of treats for 2 months and while she was showing wonderful improvement we had the sense that the shots weren’t feasible for the final month given the nightly struggle that ensued. 9 Pills 2x a day entered the equation and we felt the finish line was realistically in reach. Switching to pills ended up providing the largest steps forward given the reduced stress on everyone in the house and as we were lucky Kora had no problem taking them down with Churu. Then came 3 months of watching her every move and stressing over the smallest change in appetite or activity along with trips to the vet for more bloodwork inducing stress once a month. Now we are closing in on a year post treatment and Kora is as healthy as ever. She is still our same skiddish cat, but she has continued to be very playful and an extremely loving cat towards both myself & Meredith, along with Sam. While we didn’t set out to spend a small fortune to save her, we are beyond grateful that we had the means and time in order to provide her a lifeline.