Kitty

So I survived Jeremy's two-week trip to Minneapolis, as did Selah (I didn't kill her) and Emily (she didn't die). But now it looks like it might be the end of the road for Emily.

She has looked worse and worse through the past several months, as those of you visiting our house have noticed, but even just these past few days, her tumor has gotten, well, out of control. She was even able to wobble around okay last week, but now she has peed right by where she sleeps a few times, because it's too hard for her to go very far. Yesterday, when she did get out of "bed" (the log holder, in which we put a blanket), she kept lying down on the floor, because she was too tired to cross the tiny room to go back. One time when she lay down, she kind of flipped over, because the tumor was too heavy.

So we have a vet "consultation" appointment on Wednesday.