I know I said that 2010 was a crappy year and could eat a bag of dicks, but now it looks like 2011 isn’t shaping up much better.
After losing Allie just a couple weeks ago, now we’ve found that our baby Othello has a “suspicious growth” in his mouth. Best case scenario: nasty infection/impaction. Worst case: kitty cancer. (Don’t Google that unless you want a major sad.)
He’s in for the biopsy today, then we should have results in 5-7 days.
Believe it or not, I’m rather fond of the little furniture destroyin’, quilt piece scramblin’, face rubbin’, flesh wound causin’ bastard.
2011? You can suck it.