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So it's been a long damn year.

Orca is doing as well as can be expected; when she lays down on her side the tumors make her belly stand higher than her ears. She's still grooming and eating and rolling in catnip, and she hates me for not letting her go back outside. I don't care if she hates me, because as bad as it is that I've resigned myself to her passing, the thought of her dying alone in the cold is the stuff of nightmares for me.

Foundling's tumors came back under her arm; the vet said the same thing about her that he did about Orca: keep her warm and comfy and full of meat and catnip, and when she's in pain to go back for that horrible final visit. She's still very active and loving, and the only noticeable signs of her condition are the lumps and a marked loss of fur over her belly and legs. She still terrorizes the dogs and chases the other cats from her sleepy spots, so hopefully that visit will be a good long while away.

Beyond those two awful exceptions, everyone else is healthy and happy and doing fine. The puppies got new balls and ropes for xmas and have been bothering the two-leggers in the house constantly for play, and the kitties all got drugs and fuzzy mice and new things to shred.

I've also been a total slacker on getting the dog licenses renewed, so I'll likely have to pay a late fee on that. But since that's likely going to be the worst thing I've dealt with concerning the dogs, not including Neuman's popped stitch after his fixing, I'll take it as a win.

My mom is coming to visit soon, and thankfully won't be staying long. The older I get, the more I realize that we have nothing in common besides blood, and in all honesty it's damn stressful having a fundie in my house telling me that how I pay my bills is sinful when I can't yell back.

Not that I can yell much right now anyway. Been sick as anything since last friday, and at this point my voice sounds like Minnie Mouse in a room full of helium after a weekend of heavy smoking and drinking. Does not help that the husband thinks it's the height of fucking hilarity to needle me until I swear profusely at him. In strict fairness, the husband is not alone in this, and going back to work without my voice will result in much the same from the co-workers, so I suppose I should just get used to it.

In happier news, xmas was a wonderful time for swag, and my happiest gifts include two autographed novels, one Gaiman and one Pratchett, some absolutely stunning blue diamond earrings and a matching ring, and the most awesome ant farm I have ever seen. I'll have to wait for nicer weather to get my ants, but it's still very cool.

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday with no drama. And thank Bast we don't have to deal with it again until next year.

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