[Faithful Chief relays the message, of course, so after but a brief delay, she's got it.]

Six days. And he was one of the ones who ended up in that spooky castle last year...

[...GAE BOLG MADE AN IMPRESSION, UHM.]

I wonder, then. That brings the possibilities up to three, as opposed to two.

It's possible your cat knocked him out, as you thought. It's also possible he's in one of those temporary comas that happen sometimes — if that's the case, he ought to come around in a day or two.

[Of course, then there's the third option.]

The third option is that he's the first to fall prey to whatever strange happenings are going on this October; last year many of us were knocked out for the better part of a week, too, and were taken somewhere else in our dreams.

If he doesn't wake up sometime in the next few days, call me back and I'll do what I can to assist you in getting help for him. For the time being, there's still the chance that this is a benign coma, whatever it is.

[...]

As for the cat, if you go to the PC at the Pokemon Center in your city, I'll send you a few vials of Sleep Powder. So long as you don't breathe it yourselves, that might help in affording you some temporary peace and quiet.

[Ivy to the rescue. The aforementioned Sleep Powder will be waiting in Lancer's PC shortly.]

It certainly sounds like it. I'm sure this goes without saying, but: take good care of them, all right?