I think Sasha’s feeling better – she’s growling at the other cats again.

In a fit of wanting to be a children’s book author, I made Sasha her own page: it is here. Cans for Comments was such a success that now I’m doing Kisses for Komments – each comment left for Sasha will result in extra love and belly scratches for her. So, y’know, comment. Think of the children, by which I mean the cats.

Unfortunately, the vet is almost certain Sasha has cancer. Her blood work came back yesterday, and it’s not good. She wants Sasha to get an ultrasound immediately to find out how bad it is, but there’s a catch: an immediate ultrasound will cost $1500. On the other hand, if Sasha can wait two weeks, it’ll be $300 – there’s a traveling ultrasound technician who does vet visits, as opposed to taking her into the animal version of the Mayo Clinic. The thing keeping us in check – other than the incredible expense – is that we don’ t know how badly or how quickly she’s failing. I’m taking her in on Wednesday for more blood work, which should tell us if she’s getting rapidly worse or if it’s a slow decline. Once we know what she has and how bad it is .. well, I don’t know what comes next. How do you treat cancer in cats? I’m afraid of the answer.

Miranda and Jeanie surprised the hell out of Ed and I by setting up a donation page for Sasha – the link is at the bottom of Sasha’s page. I’m blown away by their generosity and the gesture itself – it’s very comforting to have all of you around, virtually or otherwise. Please don’t feel obligated to donate – every little bit helps and we absolutely appreciate it, but even just knowing people are thinking of Sasha is amazing.

My mom is here, and we’re going to do some wandering around town. I don’t know that Ed is aware he will be coming with us yet – he’s very comfortable watching HD sharks (much more scary than regular sharks), but he’s going to have to get off the couch soon. I don’t know why he’d be so reluctant – isn’t it the dream of every guy to take his mother in law and petulant wife to the busiest mall in the city on a rainy Saturday to wander around looking at shoes and purses all day? He should be thanking US!

Poor Ed.