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Aaand Lucy's going back to the vet again, I suspect. I'm going to call them, anyway, and they're more than likely going to want her to come in. Damn it. What was it that possessed me to take in a fifth cat again? One with special health needs? That eats like a linebacker? And kneads me until my chest looks like raw hamburger? Oh, right, I'm tired of having money, time, a spare bedroom, and also I've given up on having sex ever again.