Bad news

Not only was there no good news in the litter box, Maggie just got sick. A lot. On my purse and cellphone. Which now reek of tuna. Still, I really could care less about the tuna smell, because this really does mean she’s got some sort of obstruction going. And what’s worse is that the emergency center is probably more concerned about the possible cancer than they are with her eating issue. ๐Ÿ™ That may seem like a legitimate concern, except she’s a very active and playful kitty, so clearly, if it is cancer, it’s not impeding her lifestyle. The eating issue is. ๐Ÿ™