So this morning I was hanging out with Momma this morning, just chillin'.
My kitty brother Scribbles came over for a chat, which is weird because he doesn't do that much.
But he told me he was a little worried about going to the dogtor for surgery this morning. I just listened, because sometimes the most impawtant thing you can do to someone who is worried is listen to them.
But I did give him one very impawtant piece of advice. I told him that whenever I'm feeling sad, I just remember that Momma loves me and will always take care of me. He said that made him feel much better!
Please cross your paws for Scribbles this morning as he goes through his surgery. Hopefully we'll be able to remove the nasty lumpie and figure out what's made him lose so much weight. Good luck, brother!
Pupdate: Momma just got a call from the dogtor, and Scribbles is out of surgery! They were able to fit him in early, so we got the call he was out before we even though he'd be in surgery! Momma will talk to the vet when she picks him up this afternoon, and they'll send the lump out for testing. But good news so far!