Back from another evening’s postering off near campus.
There’s got to be a better way to do this.
I’m, perhaps pointlessly, optimistically expecting Nikki back some time.
He hasn’t turned up at the shelter.
I’d thought maybe he was just off the streets, rescued again, but he seems to be displaying more street smarts than I’d have expected.
Assuming that was him that was spotted over at the dorms.
But enough is enough, and I want him home.
Everybody misses him.
His best buddy Boe isn’t going to be with us too much longer.
(As I said, it’s being a really lousy summer.)
Boe’s lump has finally resolved itself into a squamous cell carcinoma on his right lower jaw.
It had everyone baffled, for one thing because he’s only three.
(I found something on-line saying median age for this in cats is 12.)
For another the growth is atypically involved with his jawbone.
Apparently this kind of thing usually means the bone starts getting all fragile and eaten through.
Instead his lump is all bone, hard enough they could scarcely get a sample.
There is nothing to do.
Cats need jaws.
For now he’s fine.
Looks a bit like Jay Leno, and missing most of those lower teeth, but perfectly cheerful.
He’s eating, grooming, and running about being a happy cat.
It’s all watching and spoiling and all.
I’d get him the moon, am getting him babyfuds and chicken and tunas, and very much want to get him his idiot friend back.