It turns out my 14 year old Kitty has hyperthyroidism, which can be treated with...ear gel. Yes, that's right. Ear gel. I have to go to a specific pharmacy to pick up ear gel to apply to the inner flaps of her ears twice a day. Good times. After about a month or so of that, I'll be talking with her vet about other, more permanent, treatment options.

I suppose I have to accept the fact that Kitty is getting older and will likely start having health issues, but I've only had her for a few years, and she just seems like a young cat to me. It's sad, and I must confess that I'm a little bit stressed about the treatments, side effects, and the cost over time. Oh well. It will all work out. The one good thing is that Kitty's vet--although a lot older than me AND married--is foxy. Rarr! Plus, he's also very nice, caring towards Kitty, obviously smart, seems to have sense of humor, straightforward, a good communicator, etc. In short, pretty much a dreamboat. :-) I tend to get all starry-eyed and "Whatever you say, Dr. Andrew" when around him, even over the phone. I have a hard time remembering his last name, so I end up just calling/referring to him as Dr. Andrew. And now Kitty's ailments mean I'll be spending more time with Dr. Andrew. My crush. Always a silver lining...