Because we needed more cat-related stress....

Milo, our eldest boy and the world's most amiable cat, the one who adopted us in no uncertain terms, has been diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma. That's one of the nasty ones; inoperable, and isn't much impressed by chemo or radiation. Our vet gives him weeks, maybe months, but definitely not the years we expected to have.

We've got an appointment with an oncologist on Thursday, but it's more of a due diligence thing than anything we expect to give us a different answer.

Dammit.