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/happy dance. Sassy doesn't have squamous cell carcinoma. No skin cancer for fatso! No need to remove half her face and consider if we need to do chemotherapy or other extreme therapies!

She has esophillic granuloma. That's fancy terms for a very extreme allergic reaction. She's been having trouble with the cat food allergies and now we have to move all the kitties off the r/d and onto z/d and hide the Iams. I am happy to just have to buy the expensive cat food versus taking her to Cornell and needing a full body MRI scan or worse. I'd have figured how to pay for it if that was necessary. But if I compare that bill to the food bill, sure! I'm happy to pay the food bill. It's all about perspective.

And there is no question of surviving this- this is just an inconvenience. We'll cope. We've coped with worse. So I'm boyuant right now.

Tom, poor Tom, is sans bottom canines. He's still mad at me for taking him to the vet's. He runs from me. Thank goodness he doesn't need to go anywhere else for a while. He's going to be spoiled back into being happy with me, I hope. Must get more sardines. I closed off the basement- when he first got home, he groggily retreated down there, and my heart was in my throat- I thought he would fall. It's an open stair case - no wall or railing or bars near enough to the steps to keep a cat from falling off the side and onto a wine rack, nor are the stairs backed, so if they stumble back, they can fall *through* the stairs. He should get over the groggy soon- although he is already walking less groggy for the last hour +. I'm being paranoid and I'll open the door again in the morning or just before bed.  ¶ 6:12 PM