A few days ago, during the tail-end of the second Polar Vortex, Skeeter somehow slipped outside when Hotter or Big Child was walking a dog (I was at work). They estimate that he was outside for about two hours; the next time Big Child took Bumpus out, Bumpus tracked something under the porch that turned out to be a very cold hairless cat. On Saturday Skeeter started to sneeze, yesterday he began to cough and have the eye-boogies, and this morning Hotter and I took him to our new, non-Banfield vet to have them check him out (he has been eating and drinking and playing all along or I would've taken him to an emergency vet over the weekend, but fortunately he was able to wait).
When I called to make the appointment, the receptionist asked what breed of cat Skeeter was. I said he was a Sphynx, and she said "ooooooh!" and couldn't find that in the computer. There also wasn't a way to tell the computer a cat was pink and grey, and she eventually put him in as a grey and white domestic shorthair and said she'd have someone add "Sphynx" and "pink and grey" to the computer.
An hour later, when we arrived at the clinic and told them who we were, the receptionist shouted "THEY'RE HERE!" and the entire office staff came running. Apparently half of them had never seen a Sphynx cat in person and the other half just looooooved Sphynxes. We let Skeet out of the cat carrier, and he hopped up onto Hotter's shoulder and greeted everyone with a wagging tail (Skeet wags his tail when he's happy or excited; apparently it's a Sphynx thing--he also fetches, is friendly to strangers, and generally acts more like a dog than a cat). Eventually Skeeter had a coughing fit, reminding everyone that he hadn't come there just to be adored by the office cat-ladies, and we were ushered into an exam room. The official diagnosis was "upper respiratory infection," and the vet said his lungs sounded nice and clear so we caught it before it turned into pneumonia or anything nasty like that and ten days of Clavamox should sort him out. I asked whether we should have Skeet on heartworm prevention, since there was a poster up advertising that for cats (I haven't had a cat in ages and heartworm prevention for cats wasn't really A Thing back then), and the vet said yes but that we should wait until he's better before giving him the first dose to make sure we know what he's reacting to if he takes a turn for the worse. "It comes in chewables and topical, and I usually tell people to go with the topical for cats since they can be kind of finicky, but I don't know how well that would work without fur to soak it up...it might just dribble off without absorbing...I think maybe you should try the chewable with this guy," the vet said, laughing.
Eighty-nine dollars and two free cat toys later, we collected a tiny bottle of antibiotic drops and took our seven-pound celebrity home to recover.