Not Dead Yet
Happy Fat Tuesday, dear readers! Speaking of fat things, we got some unsettling news today on the fattest cat in the world update. Last week we took her in for a biopsy on a distended lump on her shoulder, and today lab results came in. Very bad lab results. The kind of lab results that send fear into pet owners' hearts. We have twelve and a half pounds of healthy cat surrounding a malignant tumor within striking range of her spine, heart, lungs, brain, and purrbox.
2007 will not be a banner year for Yogsothoth.
For her part, she seems blissfully unaware, and has taken a firm stance in behaving exactly like she always has. She's being very sweet, and clumsy, and destructive. Blake and I are neither of us too thrilled about this, obviously, as our lady Yog is only four years old, and probably has very little time left. But we'll be doing what we can to comfort our little bundle of fat furry cuteness, now, when she needs us most. And by "what we can," I mean, "leave her mostly alone, just like always, and cuddle on her as much as she'll let us, which, let us face it, is not much."