Suz, I'm sorry I couldn't do more for your cat. Actually, she's *my* cat.
Or maybe our cat. I was running around like a decapitated chicken today,
all only get confirmation that Spicey is doomed. I don't know precisely how
doomed, but pretty doomed.

I wish I could do more to fix her, but she frankly has even more problems
than Betty did, and I was never able to fix her either. Why are kitties so
finite Suz? And why were you so finite to leave her with me alone?