Wednesday, July 20, 2005


Poor thing. Poor, poor girl. Who would have thought a little fatty tumor attached to her rib would cause this:

Yeah, I know, that wasn't gross enough. Try this:

That's a six-inch incision held together with more than 2 dozen staples. She is such a trooper. She's had something like 7 surgeries, including getting various gashes stitched up, and she always heals up 100%.

Ozzy has been very concerned since we picked Nanna up from the vet. Since Nanna can't play, Ozzy seems to be taking his frustration out on Milhouse (he wouldn't dare try that crap with Miru.). There was a lot of high-pitched whining and angry-kitty yowling going in my house last night.

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