Well my friends, I have very serious news to report. Mommy and I debated whether or not to share the news. I hate to be a kitty downer, but in the end what are friends for if not to give you snuggles and purrs when you really knead them. Daddy has lightening in his face! He hasn't even wanted a cat on his lap for awhile now (how I miss those rough pets).
[Boring Mommy Edit – Fin's father has a horrible illness called Trigeminal Neuralgia or Tic Douloureaux, which causes the nerves in the left side of his face to misfire. The pain signals are sent inappropriately causing sensations like electrical shocks in his face. Medicine is helping a bit, but he's still in a great deal of pain].
He was recently approved for an out of state surgery which he calls "getting microwaved." I don't think that can be right - I mean we have a microwave here, and if it was that simple, why hasn’t Mommy done it already (Heck, for My Daddy I would hit those keypads on the microwave myself).
[Boring Mommy Edit Again – No it’s not microwaving, it’s called Gamma Knife Surgery. It’s a non-invasive form of brain surgery. Gamma radiation is focused on the nerve which is causing the problem. Over time, the radiation causes the nerve to be less effective at transmitting pain signals. It works slowly, so it wont likely show any improvement for awhile. We wont know for awhile if it worked actually].
I was so happy when I heard Daddy was going to be fixed (no it’s not the same as the “Fixing” we kitties go through, I asked). I told Daddy that Mommy and I would anxiously await his return, then Mommy explained that they would both be going (I’m not sure why Mommy needs to go too, she already said she can’t microwave him - but I was supportive).
It was almost an hour before I inquired about who would be caring for me in their absence. “We'll only be gone a few days, but we'll ask the neighbor to check in on you” I was told. I inquired about who would be posting my blog and helping me keep up with my friends? “Um, I can schedule your posts in advance, but we may have to wait till I get back to visit your friends” I was told. I agreed, as I was still trying for sympathetic understanding. I even promised not to have a house trashing party.
I will let everyone know when he has his surgery and maybe everyone could send some purrs our way?