Fred’s the cat on the left. She (yes, she) has a large lump on a leg between her foot and knee that’s hard as bone, but it’s where a bone shouldn’t be. I took her to the vet where they said she’d need x-rays ($86) and maybe bloodwork ($148). It cost $49 for the 10 minute visit today. Not that the money matters.
I’m not a cat person. I like dogs. I like to see dogs chase cats. Not eat them or anything, just chase them. We had a dog but it was a big wimp as Fred used to chase it. Fred isn’t a friendly cat, but still, she’s been around for over 10 years, so you kinda get attached to things, even if you’ve been scooping their piss and shit for that long.
So tomorrow we’re going to find out if Fred has cancer or something. I told my four year old daughter about her:
“Fred went to the vet today. She maybe sick and die soon.”
“Fred’s a boy, Dad.”
“No, she just has a boy’s name.”
“But she’s a girl, like I am.”
“Some girls have boy names and some boys have girl names. Like Jody. That can be a girl’s name.”
“But you’re a boy.”
“Right. Wanna get a bath now?”