Yesterday, I had sort of a scare with Sassy, my cat I grew up with since like 1996. I called mom around lunchtime yesterday since she had called me earlier in the morning (but I didn't answer), and she told me that her and dad were taking Sassy to the vet because she's been licking this rather grotesque bulge on her right arm and it's turned pretty red recently and looked like it might bleed soon.

Anyway, she wasn't sure what was wrong with her and she hasn't been eating as much lately either. She said they might have to put her down if it was going to be too expensive to do surgery.

So they took her to the vet and when I got out of work at 4, she called and said that it's a tumor on her right arm and that they're going to do surgery next week to remove it! So she's going to be ok! And that nasty bulge will finally be gone. And the vet said that she's about 8 pounds, and still very healthy for a cat her age, which is probably about 15 years.

I was so relieved when they said she'd be ok. Now we get to have her for at least a couple more years.

Here's a video I took of her last time I was there: