It's all about my cats
Sorry for the long time no post, it's been busy busy busy as usual.

Brief update:

All the cats got sick bing-bing-bing, one day after another, right around May 1, all with different ailments. It has not been fun.

Rosalita's still here. She had a bladder infection. The good news is that she's finally getting along with the boys, even playing with them a bit. But I still think she needs to be an only cat. She can be sound asleep in the next room, but if I start to pet one of the guys, she'll come running to try and wedge herself in under my hand to get petted instead. I call her Little Miss Me-Too. It's cute but annoying, especially to the cat that thought he had been getting my exclusive attention. The guys are tolerating her, but they really loved it when she was gone for two nights when she had to stay at the animal hospital for her bladder infection. They were noticeably more relaxed and happy. They both hissed at her when she came back. It will be good for everybody when she gets adopted.

Alfie apparently has calicivirus. He had a bloody ulceration on his nose that was biopsied and found to be not cancer and not anything else they could pin down, so it's probably calicivirus. It's all healed up now and he's fine except that he really needs to lose weight. He's up to 20 lbs!! Fat boy!

Clyde has cancer, multiple malignant mast cell tumors, mostly inoperable because of the locations (inside his mouth and around his eyes). He's been biopsied, x-rayed, had an ultrasound and full blood work done, and been to a veterinary oncologist. All the vets keep saying they've never seen anything like this on a cat this young (he's only 2!). They can't do radiation, again because of the locations of the tumors. My regular vet has been contacting specialists and universities in hopes of finding someone who's had some positive experience with this kind of cancer, but it's so damn rare that they just keep telling her to write it up for the journals. At this point she thinks we should probably go with chemotherapy. I have no idea what that means, how much it will cost, or if I can afford it. They've been really great to me at this animal hospital. They've been giving me a whopping professional courtesy discount, without which I wouldn't have been able to afford everything that's been done so far. I had been trying to put a little money away, but oh well.

At this point Clyde seems comfortable, and is just being his usual sweet goofy self. I am treasuring every day that he isn't sick.