FatKitty is diabetic, and $227 later, we have a supply of insulin (and syringes, and a sharps container) and prescription food. The vet knows that answering that question of "but, how much will it cost?" with "oh, $3 a day" is the way to get you to keep going — smokers pay almost twice that, daily, to support a habit, so what’s a little kitty insulin, eh? Sigh. We gave her her first dose tonight, and fed her immediately afterwards, so I hope it works. Basically, we’ll reassess when we near the end of this first supply of stuff. I was initially worried about the every-12-hour thing, but the vet, and handout we got, says that they will do okay without it for 2 or 3 days, which makes me feel better — we can still go to the mountain for the night or whatever, and she won’t DIE or anything. Also? FatKitty now weighs 11 pounds. Um, that’s SIX less than in February, and 12 less than her all-time high, when many of you folks out there first became acquainted with FK. That’s alotta pounds to drop. (Ironically, today I hit the 6lb mark with my 1/2 assed WW mission.)

In other, bigger news? INGRID HAS A TOOTH. It popped through today, and I was feeling for it all day, but it was actually in STAPLES, of all places, that I felt that little razor-like sliver. I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to tell the difference between tooth and gum, since gums are pretty hard, too, but OH, I CAN NOW. Bottom, front, on her right. And the left doesn’t look too far behind. That broke through at 4months and 3 days, for the record.  No more gummy grins! Sob.