Actually, I prefer the proper medical term, lipoma...

Yay, the thing on my tail has been confirmed as a fatty lump. Actually I prefer the proper medical term, lipoma. Somehow sounds more dignified, don't you think? Anyway, it's going to stay there unless it gets any bigger or explodes (unlikely!).

Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been blogging much recently. This is simply not acceptable so I decided to teach J1, my typist, a lesson. Last week I attacked her slippers while she was out gallivanting at work. I don't quite know what came over me because I've NEVER done anything like this before. They didn't really taste too good so I only went for the juicy rubbery bits which I then carefully vomited up later on their bedroom floor.

Here I am using one of the slippers as a headrest

As you can see, I think my ploy worked because here I am blogging again. Do you think she's learnt her lesson, or shall I go for her new suede boots next?

All clear!

Last week I spent a really boring day at the local vet while they poked and prodded me. They x-rayed my chest to see if the tumour had tried to sneak back, and they also x-rayed my abdomen to check for those horrid kidney stones. Do you want to hear some good news??? They didn't find anything. Nada, Rien, Nuffink! The x-rays were then sent to the specialist hospital for them to check too and they have given me the all clear! This means I can wait 6 months before they check me again. Woohoo!

While I was there the vet also stole a big section of the ugly lump on my tail to admire further. Still waiting for results but paws crossed it's just a fatty lump (hey, who are you calling a fatty lump?).

So I have now had TWO malignant tumours removed (one in my neck and one in my lung) and I'm still here and I'm going nowhere. The Jax is Bax. Whatever that means.