Today you get an evening post – for the kitty had an afternoon vet appointment, somewhat on the fly. A few days ago, I realized she’d suddenly developed some kind of cyst on her lower lip/jaw…a rather big one, much larger than the little sebaceous skin tags she’s been known to develop. I’m talking about the difference between a grain of uncooked rice, and an M&M.
I tried to be cool and patient, and temporarily let it go – thinking maybe it was a kitty-zit or a small injury that’d go away. But it wasn’t going away.
Maybe I overreacted, maybe I didn’t. But she’s getting on in years*, and she’s been my little buddy for well over a decade. I worry. So I took her in to the fabulous Dr. Toumayan at the Chattanooga Cat Clinic**, where she’s been going since we arrived back in Tennessee. (It is a most excellent clinic, for what it’s worth. Can’t recommend it enough.)
Long story short…Dr. T. drained the cyst and sent the results off for lab work, and in doing so, she actually got rid of it. She said the fluid was all clear, and she’s optimistic that this is no big deal. I’m going to go ahead and be optimistic, too.
At present, the little monster is curled up next to me on the new heated throw I’ve added to the couch. She does not seem particularly traumatized by her visit, and she’s smug about her electric night-time cuddles.
And here’s today’s progress on my modern gothic ghost story about a salvage crew trapped in a doomed southern mansion – now with a crunchy murder ballad center and Bonus! clandestine cemetery where the stones don’t match the bodies (and were never meant to). As inspired by a (semi)true local legend:
Project: The Family Plot
Deadline: January 15, 2015
New words written: 2124
Present total word count: 72,805
Things Accomplished in Fiction: Organized a plan of action from a day-job (salvage) standpoint; decided to lie to Dad; patched up a broken window, and did not see any ghosts while doing so. This time.
Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; fretted a lot about the cat; made a routine doctor’s appointment for myself; took care of a little writer business.
Other: Fingers crossed for clean lab-work for a little old kitty, eh?
Number of fiction words so far this year: 224,186
* We adopted her in February of 2002; at that time, she’d been at the shelter for over a year – and she’d arrived there as an adult, so her exact age is a little iffy. The vet at the time guessed she was perhaps 3-4 years old. At any rate, she’s at least 15 years old…more likely, a little older than that.
** Yes Greyson and Spainy have different vets. The cat clinic only treats cats, natch. And the marvelous Allison Gussack at Vet2Go comes to our house to take care of the pooch. I recommend both docs equally, for they are both 100% awesome.