crankylex | the best cat in the world

I love cats. I mean, I love all cats, even the cats that sane people agree aren't particularly lovable. But when I say that Vivian is the best cat in the world, I mean it. She's kind and loving to anything with a pulse; she lovingly grooms all species, and she particularly loves babies. All kinds of babies, from the two legged to the four legged. Her litter box habits are unimpeachable. She gets along with everyone, even the grumpy ones. She's twelve. I got her from a shelter in '99 so she's been with me for most of her life. It took me less then a minute to pick her out of an entire roomful of cats, and off we went.

So when I noticed that she was feeling a little lighter last week, I knew that she was sick. Because, of course, she's the best cat in the world and the good die young. So today, we went off to the vet. Dr. Fritz, whom I would marry and bear young for if he didn't already have a wife and I didn't already have Dennis, examined her and then looked at me and said, "I think I feel a mass." Then there were x-rays.

She's very constipated, which could be the mass he felt. But then he started tracing her liver and he said, because after all these years of all these pets, I can read an x-ray, "What does that look like to you?" There were no obvious growths that said HI I'M CANCER, but there were some areas that looked suspicious, enough to make my heart sink.

So the battle plan is first to relieve constipation (this involves me, a syringe of pureed pumpkin, and a displeased cat) and then an ultrasound, followed by bloodwork. If necessary, a biopsy. Removal if possible, followed by chemo if possible.

If neither of those options are possible... I don't know what I'm going to do.