Adventures in Veterinary Medicine

One of my cats, Mr. Smith, had to go to the vet and have some tumors removed.  It was a pretty involved surgery.  Three incisions to remove five tumors.

Being interested in, well, kinda everything, I asked the vet to save the tumors so I could look at them.

The two big ones from his chest were lyphomas, a benign fatty tumor.  The vet tech showed them to me, they were in a bag.  They were solid, whitish masses with traces of little red veins, floating in a blood-stained pinkish saline solution.

I will never look at shrimp cocktail in quite the same way again.

The three little tumors were really freaky.  Those were probably malignant mast cell tumors.  They look like big ol warts, and because they are usually malignant they have to cut away a substantial circumference of skin and flesh around it.  So these things are floating in a jar, big warty knob on top with a two-inch circle of skin around it and fleshy bits hanging below it.  They appear to be some kind of mysterious deep-sea creatures that can only survive 4000 feet underwater.

Creepy.

I was going to post pictures of Mr. Smith, with his crazy half-shaved body and sutures, but frankly it's a little unsettling.  I expected nice clean little stitches, but I'm here to tell you, he looks like FrankenKitty.  They didn't stitch him up, they CROCHETED him back together.

Although as my friend Drew pointed out, now he looks like a badass - "If you think I look bad, you should see the other cat!"

Bless his little kitty-cat heart.

Welcome to my Gracious Home.

Jesus H. Christ on a cracker.  What a mess.

 I think this is the kitchen.

I'm prepping for painting so it looks extry unkempt. 

Check the ancient electronics.  

My friend Burns suggested, for accuracy, 

I have them carbon-dated.

The cats, Noah and Mister Smith*, have been a big o pain in the arse.  It's not like they haven't lived here before, and they have four times the space they did in DC, yet SOMEONE...is marking their territory.  And they are both neutered!  Gah!

I cannot stand, CANNOT STAND any smells in my house so I'm going round sniffing for cat scents.  I'm so adamant about smelliness I will go outside in snow and rain to smoke.

Not that I smoke, mind you, but if I did - I'd go outside in the snow and rain to do so (Hi Mom and Dad!).

 

That portrait you've read so much about.

But it is so great to be back home.  Yes, I am broke and Comcast sucks and Seattle mass transit is non-existent, but...lord I'm happy to be here, to be loved.  Color me a wimp, but I needs my friends.

Smith sez, it don't suck here.

Please come visit soon. I really want to share my nice little house, my wonderful friends, my beautiful city.

After I find the coffee pot and the toilet paper.

*Real names.  They don't care.