Yeah she's always been the sweetest cat, even now that she's deaf and senile and creaky. I get to go catsit for a week in the spring, I can't wait. (She gets to eat whenever she wants these days, a right which she happily abuses in demanding stinky canned health food at all hours of the day and night. So hiring a catsitter who just visits once a day is impractical.)

lol, geez. He wouldn't accept his own bowl of food in a quiet room? maybe some blankets and a box? Well take heart, he can't feel TOO bad if he's still up for being an asshole. XD

Seriously, good luck with the infection. I think Cleo had to go back more than once to get hers drained before it was gone, plus medication, and that was ultimately only a (gross, fluid-filled, draining out onto towels as she slept after each visit) fairly small bump on her side. I've got my fingers crossed that you guys don't have a long ordeal on your hands, especially given that you have a bastard cat. :3