When it rains…
Alright, that's enough…
I took my OTHER cat of many years, Pollux, my tom, to the vet today because
he's gone downright gaunt in the last six months. They weighed him and he weighs
just a little over six pounds and he was a nine or ten pound cat before. He's
not so thin he's going to die but they are doing blood and urine work to see if
he might have thyroid problems or diabetes or kidney issues.
While squeezing his organs from outside, the vet (and several of his fellows)
noticed a mass that doesn't belong. Given Pollux's alert state and lack of
visible illness (outside of weight loss) or behavior changes, the best guess is
a lymph node gone cancerous or his spleen. I had them do x-rays and, while they
confirm the mass, they don't show much else about it. Since we're leaving town
on Monday for two and a half weeks for Europe, this, like the x-rays for Freya,
will have to wait until we return. I have two options: they can open him up and
take a look or they can do an ultrasound and probably get a sample of the mass
for tests with the help of the ultrasound for aim… Needless to say, I'm going
to choose the latter.
So, I have one cat with breast cancer, which may or may not be operable, one
cat with some sort of tumor or other cancer, and then Nova, the seemingly
healthy three year old that we just took on. The outlook seems a bit grim for my
older kitties.
