I am not dead. I am simply trying to prevent the cat from becoming dead.

It occurred to me a little while ago that there might be one or two people who have been wondering where I’ve fucked off to in the past few weeks. I admit, the first week I just needed a break from blogging every day. But since then I’ve been too busy dealing with a slightly larger and more immediate concern than whatever design thing I’m babbling about. One of my cats is gravely ill and needs surgery. For the past couple of weeks I’ve been feeding him 3-4 times a day with a turkey baster. He is exhausted, I am exhausted, and I am incredibly worried about the little guy. He has so far had xrays, blood work and a sonogram. We still are not sure what’s wrong with him. I am hoping it’s not a fatal design flaw.

Tomorrow, his surgeon will come here and take him away to Massachusetts so she can operate on him on Wednesday, assuming he hangs in there that long.

I am sure I will be back eventually, but for right now, my attention is really focused on the cat, with side notes including the Miami house (I FINALLY have an accurate EC plan) , and a couple of contest entries I have to finish. I never made it to ICFF- I couldn’t leave the cat alone for that long anyway.

For anyone who is interested in reading the whole House, feline version, I’m updating it as best I can over at MBUK.

I now return you to your radio silence.

The humiliation has begun.

EDIT: l’Etoile d’Argent (The Silver Star), also known as Argent, Pottamus, HouseWalrus, That Tubby Bitch, and Little Buddy died on the operating table.  He had just turned nine.  His veterinary surgeon, Amy, did everything possible to save him.  However, Argent had an extremely aggressive and malignant tumor in his stomach, that had spread to his colon and pancreas, and had burst his stomach lining.  I am assured, and his test results clearly show that **NO ONE** and **NOTHING** anyone could have done could have saved him.  By the time the tumor was small enough to be operable, no one would have ever known he was sick, and by the time I knew he was sick, it was already too late- I just didn’t know it.

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