And there's some good news amidst the bad -- the lump in Hobbes' chest is a lipoma, or benign fatty tumor. The vet says it can wait till I have funds to get him in to have his teeth cleaned. My thanks to Adam & Craig (the fabulous Norman boys) for their assistance in kitty transport.

Poor Hobbes. He came down to get his dinner, and I picked him up and cuddled him -- and then tucked him into the new soft-sided cat carrier. He was most put out (but seems to have forgiven me now).

The Blood Sugar Fairy came by, though, shooting BG up to 165 after a dinner of Wendy's Chili and a salad. Go fig. I watched the rest of the Firefly collection while whimpering in pain on the couch for most of the evening. Maybe tomorrow will be better.