Spoiler: This is not a sickly kitty!



Oh, my lovelies, it has been a long and expensive week!

So, this past Tuesday, since it was coming up on two months since I've had Gwen and she was due for annual shots, I took her to the vet for a physical. Everything was fine, healthy heart, healthy teeth, time for needles.

"But wait!" says I, "She's got this little lump on her tail..."

"Likely nothing," says the vet, after giving it a feel, "I wouldn't be worried. Needle time!"

"But wait!" says I, "She's also got this lump on her belly..."

"Hmm," says the vet. I hate when vets and doctors say 'hmm'. The feel and position of that one had her pretty sure that it was mammary cancer, and I was told to bring Gwennie back in Thursday morning so they could aspirate it to find out for sure. Wonderful.

(Insert nonsensical interlude here where Gwen manages to lick the deworming meds they put right between her shoulder blades and runs around the house in a panic while foaming at the mouth and Megan runs around after her while gibbering at the 24-hour pet hospital people because she's quite convinced the cat has just poisoned herself. Everything calms down. Everyone will be okay. Megan gives Gwen some tuna to get the taste out of her mouth and lure her back out from under the bed of hiding. Gwen finishes tuna, and promptly licks her fur again. Repeat FOUR TIMES. *facepalm* We are a very silly household.)

Aaaanyway, after two days during which the receptionist came to check on me because "I knew something was wrong. You've been hiding in your office since Tuesday", Gwen went back to the vet to get the aspirates done. Vet phones and says "Come pick up your cat! Also, once we got her flipped over properly, the location of the belly lump actually looks more like they just did a really sloppy job of her spay and it healed badly. But we'll send it to a specialist anyway to be sure." Cue tentative rejoicing. Got the call from them yesterday afternoon with the specialist's results, and both tail and belly are just benign lumps. *relief dance*

So yes, that is where all my energy and emotions and money have gone this week. *G*

Cats and vampires, cats and vampires... I'm getting even more predictable than usual!

Here, a cat!



(Me an' Gwen are clearly soulmates. I feel like adopting that pose many a day myself.)

Here, a vampire!



Chuggin' along, chuggin' along, drawin' my pack before we can all get killed in ridiculous waaaays! This is Athena, our resident werewolf-distracting Malkavian extraordinaire! My boy has pretty much adopted her as his little sister of the afterlife and is ferociously (if incompetently) protective of her. Which ought to make our plans to use her as a double-agent interesting. *g*

Cat, how is that comfortable? XD

I appear to be having a massive anti-social that I can't quite shake... Went out to the mall to replace my broken (but admirably well-traveled!) work bag and had to make a speedy departure because there were PEOPLE, SO MANY PEOPLE, AUGH. And so I stayed at home taking goofy pictures of Miss Gwen. Heh. Ah well, these moods always pass. Much love to those of you being forced to put up with me at the moment, fer srs. You knows who you are!

Eeeeee, look who's home! :-DDD

She's just stompin' around, getting used to the place, but keeps coming back for snuggles... I think we'll be just fine here. ♥