Cats and kittens
We are knee deep in kittens, cute as buttons every dang one of them, and God help us find placement for them all. And yet one of the neighbors asked me "Well, what's wrong with them just continuing to run around out here?" as I removed another four-week-old kitten from above the wheel well of a parked car. Holy crap, where would you like me to start?!?!?!!!

I decided at the last minute not to subject Clyde to chemo. He acts like he's feeling well. I couldn't see taking a happy cat and making him sick. My vet was completely supportive. She said whatever I felt in my gut was the way to go, would be the right decision. As soon as I decided not to do the chemo, my stomach unknotted and I felt like a huge dark cloud had been lifted from me. She said that if I felt that way about it, it was definitely the right decision. So the plan now is just to keep a very close eye on him and his little tumors. If they start to grow, we'll rethink the chemo. But for now he's chemo free, sweet, happy, loving and goofy as always. One day at a time, that's all we can do.