Aremid and I are in a holding pattern. My wonderful vet, and I’m not being facetious, my awesome vet Dr. Simpson of Morrisville Cat Hospital (who I hope will not be alarmed to find her name on this ridiculous blog) suggested that we get one more reading of Aremid’s thyroid levels, since his was borderline high last time, but not high enough to cause a deviation from our treatment plan. It’s a small chance that his hypothyroidism has relapsed, but a chance worth taking when there is an expensive procedure coming up that can possibly be avoided. So, I’ll take him in Saturday for that. And we’ll go from there.

I can’t find the battery charger for my new camera. I’m sure it’ll turn up, but, in the mean time, I will post classic photos of my sweet, skinny cow cat, who, years ago, could leap atop a door…

May 2000