So we took Puck to the vet a couple of weeks ago for his regular adrenal cancer meds (he’s been on Lupron shots, for those of you who are ferret-savvy, for more than a year now) and the vet took a look at some strange lumps on his belly and generally worked him over, and basically the sitch is this: His adrenal cancer’s getting worse, and at his age (six and a half) the vet doesn’t recommend a surgery. However, since he’s not in any pain, and he still eats, sleeps peacefully, uses the litter box and plays a little, there’s no need to take any urgent action, either.
He’s getting spoiled rotten here at home, natch, and recently I got a box full of those inflatable plastic bubbles they use instead of packing peanuts. Puck promptly adopted one as a mattress and spends most of his time lounging on it:
Like it’s a float in a swimming pool. He’s a good boy.