Hope and Hope (and a Freaky Note)

Good news from Hope Vet! Glenwood retested negative for feline leukemia/HIV. I wasn't much worried because her recovery has been so strong; that's not medically sound, but a bit of homegrown logic that was a comfort. Her occasional raspy breathing (on stress or exertion) seems like scar tissue from her upper respiratory infection, and not something to worry about.

Her ringworm is much better and her fur is growing in (beautifully), though her ears may remain a little scarred. She still glows a little on the tip of her left ear and her right back paw; test results will be back in a week. This is now the last problem keeping her in the bathroom! Having the end of that era in sight is unreal (and comes with having to kitty-proof this apartment, no small task), but oh-so, oh-so welcome. (I let Glenwood and Timmy eye each other as we left for the vet: Glenwood was nonplussed; Timmy ran behind the couch.)

Glenwood's grown-up teeth are in, which makes her about six months old (not five) and her starting weight even more horrific. She's over 5 pounds now. Her head-to-belly ratio is still off, which prompted a lot of teasing from the Hope people, and ...

... prompted Anna to wonder aloud (bad idea) if Glenwood is pregnant. PREGNANT!?!?!

If you're half as shocked as I was, you've just spit out your coffee. Anna sent Dr. Ryan back in, and she's as sure as she can be that Glenwood not only isn't but couldn't be pregnant - while allowing that stranger things have happened. If Glenwood is pregnant, she's due in a week or so. I can't believe I'm writing this, and now look at her with a little worry. I'm not ready - will never be ready - to be a grandmother.