sophie in the key of ...

Well, apparently it is not enough that Sophie must have organ failure, be cross-eyed and have an auto-immune disease that, over the years, has caused her to lose most of her teeth.

No, now it seems that she must possibly deal with cancer. I just can't take it anymore.

Let me rephrase this: I will take whatever I need to take and I will do whatever I need to do. But emotionally? I am losing it.

I mean look at that cat - how much more shit does she have to go through before we all get it? She's a super-trouper, the best sport in the universe and yet the hardballs keep on coming. And fast.

What we thought was a simple ear infection is now troubling the vet. Now that the drops and ear wash have cleared up the nastiness of the infection, the vet can detect a small polyp in her left ear. That, combined with some previously detected pigmented bumps, concerns her. So, it's off to a dermatologist (a 1/2 hour away...in Roseville! I told you I'd do anything for her) and the best-case scenario is that this is simply a benign little growth. Worst-case scenario: some form of cancer - anything from melanoma to a cancer that's attacked her glands. And if we're talking worst-case? Then, depending on the cancer, she'll have to undergo either surgery, chemo or radiation.

Damn. I don't know what to do. I want an answer now. This cat has been through so much and she's helped me mark so many major milestones in my life. She traveled with me cross-country in the cab of a U-haul truck for fuck's sake - she hates driving so much that sometimes it makes her physically ill- what else does she have to endure?

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Last week someone asked Cory & I if we had any kids yet or if we were planning on any. I told him no, not anytime soon. Right now we "just have cats."

Everyone says that cats prepare you for kids, Cory started to say.

But, it's just freaking me out about the idea even more, I said, interrupting.

If you took the amount of love and concern I have for this 10-pound cat (whatever's going on inside of her, it hasn't affected her appetite) and focused it into motherhood -- well, I think I might just implode.

And yes, I've become the crazy cat lady going on and on about her pet on the Internet.

Feh.