Anyway, I digress. Then, I don't get to stay this time and apparently the antihistamine I have just been given is... "Not licensed for cats." Simon states. Momma retorts "Nothing we have is ever licensed for cats." Oh yes, that's right, giggle at my expense whilst you try out all these human grade products on us unsuspecting felines. Pfft.Although, I shall keep my Atopica THANK YOU!!
Well, to top of our visit, I have my bright purple stitches checked out and they look good. I am healing really well. We are all reminded that my wart - which, by the way is not a wart at all and a Malignant neoplasm - will require it's stitches out shortly. I have plans for these stitches! I also have plans for a malignant anything growing in my body and that is to fight it hard with everything I have. Simon hopes he has every last bit of it, but of course, he couldn't go too deep because I was writhing, awake, under his knife. You know what, he has done his best and it is healing well. I have washed it and tended for it and now we hope and pray it doesn't grow back again or get into my lymphatic system. But it won't and I am a fit 9yr old and I do miss Wart Gertrude very much as it gave me something to do all day, someone to talk to.
Talking to folks, that's soon to change... Gracie will be home very soon. She will be chatting up a storm and has missed so much. I need to have a bath before then and look my best with only a little white line to show her where my gigantic cancer was growing. If it stays away, Momma won't have to work the streets to look after me and pay for expensive operations that make ManSlaves wallet cringe!