The Cat Scan

I suppose there are not called cat scans anymore, but it is a scan of a cat. So, perhaps a more accurate term is a cat CT scan. Whatever you want to call it, Duncan had one today - Happy Valentines Day - at 10am. We're now at home, resting comfortable. Meaning Duncan is sitting in front of the heater. He's not quite ready to take a nap. He wants to make sure everything is still in it's right place. Anytime the cats go to the vet, they are convinced that all the stuff at home, the furniture, the cat toys, especially the food has shifted around in their absence.

So, the scan. It showed that the cancer, while HUGE is pretty superficial. And not spread. It's pretty contained. The trick will be to remove all the cancer without having to dig into the underlying muscle. What I didn’t understand before is that the muscle underlying the tumor holds the arm into the shoulder. So removing that is removing the arm per se. We're waiting to hear from the surgeon on that. And I'm waiting to hear from the holistic vet too.

The car ride wasn't quite as exciting today. I didn't have the energy to give the running commentary I did last time we drove to West LA for the biopsy. I think this is wearing me out more than Duncan. He is still fascinated with trucks, which makes the ride a bit more enjoyable for him. In his past 13 years, his car rides have been limited to a 3-mile ride to the vet. He cries the whole way there and part of the way back. But on these 45 - 80 minute car rides, he's been crying intermittently with bouts of truck watching. As he pops his head up on the passenger side window, I see other drivers smile at the site of a cute cat pressed against the glass in a silent meow. Duncan has always made us smile, and now he's bringing a smile to the generally unhappy drivers of the 405. Good kitty!

And the holistic vet JUST called to make an appointment for 6pm tomorrow night. All the information is coming in this week.