oh my gosh you guys

This is a first. In my mail with the invoices and catalogs was a plain envelope. It was addressed to the library, not anyone in particular, which is why I got it. I opened it and found a two-page advertisement for a masseuse in Newport Beach. She described herself in great detail and gave her rates, plus how much extra a hand job is.

*blink, blink*

Wait ... what?

*reads again*

EW.

envelope --> shred bin

*washes hands quickly*

damn.

Boo-Cat's tumor is malignant. The vet said it's a high-grade cancer: "High-grade cancers spread early, when the primary tumor is still quite small or barely detectable." (Ganked from WebMD.) I shall do some research, see what I'm capable of doing financially and otherwise, and then go from there.

Two hours of work and three hours of rehearsal to go before I can head home and cuddle the stuffing out of him.