We now have another unpleasant decision to make. The Bugger-cat’s second ultrasound found almost-certainly cancerous growth in his lymph nodes. It’s still very early on, and needs a biopsy for a full diagnosis. And apparently kitty chemo is not available without said diagnosis so we’re probably going to have to arrange for him to have an endoscopy in order to get biopsy samples from the thickened intestines as well as the lymph nodes.
Honestly, this is getting kind of old.
The Bugger-cat himself appears to have forgiven me for the horrible indignities inflicted on him by the 1/2 hour drive to the vet specialists, getting shaved, coated with ultrasound goop, ultrasounded, and of course the drive home again. Not to mention the need to have nothing in his intestines for the ultrasound meant he’d spent the entire morning in kitty pokey (aka the bathroom downstairs where he had a litter box and a water bowl – the horror of it all, a kitty without food).
Her Royal Highness Princess Buttercup is much calmer now her fellow kitty is out of durance vile, too. It was a bit distracting trying to work from home with one cat in pokey bewailing his fate and the other at the door informing him she wanted his company right now thank you very much. Or possibly swearing at him for not being where she wanted him to be. She rules this household and we’re best not forgetting it.
It’s getting old. Bad enough that the constant issues with inflammatory bowel disease have convinced the Bugger-cat that number two and the litter box are not friends. Worse that it’s only a few months since we lost the Baby-cat to kidney disease.
Can whoever is in charge of this mess please take us off the “interesting times” list? We’ve had enough interesting to last us for a long time.