I am pleased to update that Hamper is recovering much faster than I even dared to hope after his stroke on Tuesday night.
While yesterday he could barely stand without assistance and could only walk a few steps if he pressed against the cabinets for support, today he has made it the 20+ feet from his litter box down the hall and across the kitchen three times already. To say he walked would not be accurate. It was more of a semi-controlled stumble, but he only fell down twice and each trip has been closer to a regular walking pace, and closer to walking.
I walk with him in case he gets too tired or spins-out on a smooth tile, but he gives me a look like... "Thanks for getting that foot going again, but I got this mom."
Oddly his raised level of awareness has made it even harder for me to do normal things like get a cup of coffee, because he notices if I move my hand away from his bed even while I though he was sleeping. He did allow me to do a load of dishes though... as long as he had direct line of sight the whole time. I think that was okay only because he thought (rightly) that I would bring him some wet food afterwards.
Hamper has also been eating and drinking well, though I still hold the dish for him or it will be spilled.
Sadly, our younger cat Ten is following her wild-instincts and hissed and tried to drive Hamper away from the food dishes. I know it is often nature for wild animals to drive a sick or weak member of their "pack" away, but it sure would be nicer if she would give him a cuddle instead.
Of course, since he can't hear, the hissing didn't seem to bother Hamper at all, and he is getting a ton of cuddles from me and gentle cleanings with a damp cloth. ( Sorry kitty... my tongue just isn't built for that. )
So I will probably still be spending the next few days camped in the dining room day-and-night with him, but if his recovery continues at all like today, he should be able to fully get around on his own again very soon.