Amanda has posted about the third in a series of N things we are struggling with right now. Â Hopefully N stays == 3.
Again life is sieging us about our mental walls and trying to reduce us to useless blobs of jelly.
Short version: our older cat (who we can’t be certain of the age, but isn’t -that- old) has an aggressive and intractable cancer.  Prognosis is months if we are lucky, weeks if we aren’t.  Cats, and this cat in particular, are a big deal to us and our history. And we have no idea how Jägermonster will take it, either.
